#mustard-dont-be-silly

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How is honey mustard not an option 😭 its so freaking good!!

I had yet another amazing idea for a poll, so get ready for this super divisive question that WILL tear families and friendships apart.

[studiopeached]

THREE, TWO, RUN. ft. Peter Dunbar

♡ SUMMARY: After fleeing from your boyfriend, it isn’t long before the two of you reunite, against your will or with it.

♡ CONTENT WARNINGS: pwp, afab, fem!reader, ex-boyfriend!peter x reader, peter being a serial killer, moderate description of gore, NONCON/DUBCON, fingering, oral (fem receiving), big dick peter—not great prep, p in v sex, rough sex, biting/marking kink, fear play, predator/prey dynamics, size kink, bondage

♡ WORD COUNT: 2.4k plot, 1.9k smut. 4.3k total

♡ STREAM NOTE: SMUT BELOW THE SECOND NSFW BANNER. this is a spin off from my @peachedtvs blog called 'Til Death Dont We Part'

♡ MASTERLIST. cumming soon! Main blog @peachedtv

Peter felt you were quite silly, even from when his eyes first laid upon you through the windows of your diner.

So silly, in so many ways.

You were silly in the way you spoke. Expressive, lively, words filled with kindness and rhythm. Words Peter wanted to lock away for only him to hear. Your voice always melted into his mind like honey. Soothing, calming, just like the music he’d hum to silently as he got rid of your recent obstacles. A heavy saw in his hand slashing back and forth, splitting bone into two before stuffing remains of human flesh into a black tarpe—or when he'd bring the nuisances back alive. Screams of pain, terror, and torment vastly contrasting a smooth melody muffled through his earbuds.

Your smile was silly too. Loud, boisterous laughs pairing with it each time as you’d close your eyes tightly, breaths jagged as you’d brace your stomach from the joy. Your smile so mesmerizing Peter wanted nothing more to lock it away behind a key. To melt away in the melody of your laughter, to spread it across his lips and adorn the smile as sweetly as you do.

What was even sillier was how silly you made him feel. On the surface, the twist in his stomach was sweet. An admiration, an appreciation of something so pure. Although,

Peter always fell apart.

Even in the room of his own heart.

Every silly thing had something inside of him twist. A strange twist, a bubbling feeling that had his gut wrench around itself—curling around and laying discomfort deep into his heart, where it stood mockingly. Unable to be buried beneath other thoughts, placed behind distractions, or replaced with another. And this bothered him.

Peter was always in control.

Control of his job, control of his victims, the police, his therapy, the growing police patrols in your city. So why couldn’t he control this?

What were you doing to him?

He thought it was uncomfortable at first. But that strange feeling was quite addicting, stacking tenfolds in intensity ever since the first time he felt it with you.

“Are you okay?”

By now, this memory had occurred over 3 years ago.

The first day you two had met, Peter was not in a good mental space. His family was in ruins, the relationship between he and his mother deteriorating until he had finally decided to storm out of the house and leave for good. Leave his home for good.

With nowhere to go, and a rumbling stomach, Peter decided the best course of action was to first fuel his appetite. Damn Diner was loud, painstakingly so. There was a mess of voices, the clash of plates, cutlery, dragging of chairs against tilted floors, chaos that hummed against a muffled out melody of tunes through the ceiling speakers. Everything was so loud. There was a child in the booth next to his. A mess of ketchup and mustard spraying everywhere, a glob falling onto his cheek as his eyebrows knit together in annoyance. There was a couple in the booth across, arguing over the cries of their child whining for a crumb of their attention. There was yelling from the kitchen, scolding as a worker had done something wrong and sent an order to the incorrect table.

And then, there was you.

Timidly, you rushed over to his table. Clumsy and expressive as you stared down to him with empathy, apologizing profusely as you explained the mess around the diner. And there, all the loudness stopped. Your voice muffled, muffled until it became strikingly clear and the diner around him seem to slow. Peter's eyes traced your face, how you were out of breath, how kindly you looked to him, how you asked if he was okay. And in this world of distain, you were pure.

And there was the first twist.

Peter spent nights going crazy.

Absolutely insane.

When he had first broken into your apartment, his heavy steps drowned out by the moans of your roommate through the paper thin walls, he thought he would melt into the floor when he first inhaled the scent of you room.

It was a soft aroma, something that had his eyes rolling into the back of his skull when he saw you laying peacefully on the bed. Your head was smushed between a folded pillow, covering your ears as your face was scrunched in discomfort.

"Lucy's being so loud tonight, isn't she, Darling?" Peter spoke softly, the back of his hand gracing your cheek as he sat on the edge of your bed. Careful to dip your mattress slowly so as to not wake you. Carefully, his other hand trailed up the curve of your torso, hip to waist, before entangling with your fingers.

Your hand felt right in his.

Soft, smooth, and warm against his cold skin. And there, he knew even fate was in his hands the moment he had yours in his.

When Peter had mustered up the courage to approach you in the park, he felt his heart beating out his chest, his mind going hazy from everything he wanted to do to you—from hearing your voice up close again. It had been nearly a year since you two had first met at the diner, and it seemed as though you had forgotten him completely. Luckily, Peter knew enough about you through his year of...supervision, and was soon able to swipe you off your feet. There, he became yours.

Your boyfriend.

And you, his girlfriend.

Often the two of you shared late nights after your dates. The hum of cicadas drumming into the background as you'd lay into the grass of the park the two of you 'first' met in. Your hands would intertwine together as the other would hold the grass below. In this park, the two of you would often talk about your dreams, aspirations, or talk shit about whatever seemed to bother you in your life at the moment. And Peter always listened.

In other moments, the two of you enjoyed each other's company. A silence paired with the ambience of howling wind, crickets, and a glint in your eye from the reflection of the moonlight and stars twinkling above. And through this silence, your heart spilled.

“I want to be with you forever, Peter." You spoke softly, you eyes still stuck on the starlight above.

A twist, something twisted once more.

For the first time, Peter eyes looked away from you—a blush traveling to his cheeks, a pale red hue over his soft features.

“Forever, then, Darling."

And forever meant forever.

Years together flew by, and you both had your own jobs—despite Peter's insistence for you to stay at home and allow him to care for you. Although, you wanted to work. You wanted to experience the world. But what you didn’t want were the unreasonable hours of overtime your boss had subjected to you. Much to Peter's dismay, many late afternoons he would return to an empty home. Full of furniture, light, decoration, but never with the person he truly wished the presence of. Every evening, you would trail home hours after him. Enervated, dragging your feet along the floorboards as you slumped into his open arms.

“I missed you, Peter.”

Your voice was like honey.

“I missed you more, Darling.” Peter greeted you softly. There it was again. Something twisted. Peter looked down to your visage. Dark eyebags staining your soft skin, a pout dragging your lips, your eyebrows furrowed slightly as you sighed from exhaustion. His gut was twisting stranger than usual. A mix of annoyance for those who have exploited you, an annoyance that made his stomach curl inside.

Peter did not want you to continue working.

Your boss had gone missing for a couple days now.

The company was in disarray, having strangely lost employee after employee ever since you were recruited. The once bustling, lively atmosphere became quiet, dull, and empty. And with the new loss of your employer, there wasn’t an office cubicle you could return to. For the first time in months, you returned home before Peter.

Although, something felt off.

With Peter home, it was always lively. The ambiance of bustling trees against the wind outside, a hum of the dishwasher from the kitchen, a low vibrato of your home's ventilation system, and the comfort of your boyfriend's presence. He was such a soothing soul. Without him, the home felt strange. You felt the presence of another, many, an overbearing amount. As though invisible strings clumped together to weigh you heavier into the floor boards, creaking the dark oak louder than usual.

Without Peter, it felt as though something was calling for you—and curiously, you began to explore. Exploring the home you resided in, as this home empty of your lover didn’t feel like a home anymore. And that lead you to the door that stood at the far end of the first floor. Tucked beside the laundry room, you stood still and seemed confused.

Was there always a lock?

A sturdy lock it was. Heavy metal weighing it flush against the wood, holding the door firmly shut to keep everything in out. There was a strange smell, too. A scent that leaked from beneath the dark oak doorway, filling the air with a musk of cooper and spoiled eggs. Your hand reached for the lock, flinching when built up static pricked your skin. A warning. But you held firm. Giving a cautious, downward tug as the lock went slack. It was open. You pushed the door back slowly, a low creak humming your presence, a flood of a strange meat stinging the view in your eyes.

Firmly, a familiar hand held your shoulder.

The hand of your boyfriend.

You were terrified.

“Darling, what are you doing?”

You couldn’t think.

Not with the view of mangled flesh, the smell of copper and iron so strong your head began to haze strangely. No, you couldn’t think. Even more so with scattered limbs decorating the floor—being the remainder of the morbidly intact heads of your former colleges and employer, of your missing boss. Pieces of them did not fit like a puzzle. Limbs, skin, so much of their bodies were missing.

What was that dinner Peter served these passing evenings?

And it seemed as though fate enjoyed sparking your memory.

This time around, nearly three years later, it was not scatttered corpses, blood, or flies that greeted you. You stood before the door of the fourth apartment complex you were going to apply to. Advertised as a gated community of safety, an exorbitant lot you were willing to hack up the money for to get away from him.

Although, just as three years ago, just as you were able to arrive to the complex, nails dug into your shoulder, holding you in place. A voice low, strange, and terrifyingly familiar. The grip dug into your flesh this time, keeping you from running—just as you did in the home you shared with him. With a door you shouldn’t have opened, and a hand on your shoulder that felt larger than usual.

Your boyfriend's hand.

“I missed you, my Darling.”

You didn't know what was happening.

You scrambled fruitlessly, trying to shove Peter's hand off your shoulder when a burning wet rag was drowned upon your lower face. You kicked, muffled screams and sobs as you dug into the palm that pinched the bridge of your nose, your body growing increasingly more limp. You didn't know what was happening, but by the next moment, it seemed as though you were melting into the floor—the world around you sputtering and glitching as your vision faded out and back in as you fell back onto a large bed.

You couldn't recognize the monster that was before you.

You didn't want to recognize the monster that was before you. Although, a rough, large hand gripped the lower half of your face, covering your mouth and pinning you down into the plush duvet to muffle horrified screams, forcing you to look deep into a being empty of a soul.

Even back then, you always felt Peter’s deep eyes had an errie glint. They seemed dull, strange, and detached from any wonder or interest. All until his gaze would flit upon you. A spark of light dashing his iris, a soft smile spreading his lips. He only looked human when he looked at you.

Peter still kept that smile. A smile that had morphed after his descent into maddness. Sharp teeth and bloodshot eyes that contrasted against sharp blues. He looked terrifying. His forearms were scattered with scars and wounds, peeled back scabs across his skin—likely from the amount of struggling you had done while in his arms. Your name was etched into his skin. Over and over and over, hearts and sharp lines littered as keloids formed in the place of his artwork. His size dwarfed you, a wolf to rabbit. Predator to prey.

“Pe—“

"You remember the time when you'd say it back, don't you, Darling?" He leaned down by your neck, breathing in shakily as though he couldn't believe you were finally here. With him. All to himself. "When you would say you missed me too." His voice was disfigured. A mix of insanity and dark undertone to his speech making your head spin and eyes well with tears. Your entire body was trembling, the skin on your back burning as every nerve in your brain set off sirens that resonated throughout your head. You felt too fearful to even choke out a pathetic sob, wanting to blend into the sheets below you.

Meanwhile, Peter felt himself going crazy. He couldn't help the way his mind ran a mile a minute as he stared down at your dicheviled form. You were always so pretty, absurdly so. Even as the strands of your hair fell misplaced over your face, even as you looked up to him with so much fear, hatred, and terror, his stomach twisted just as it did three years ago. That strange feeling laying addiction down into the lining of his stomach, soothing his body that felt run dry of how you made him feel.

He needed you. Now.

Peter brought a hand to his lips, hastily removing his right glove as he bit the fabric covering the tip of his middle finger, tugging his glove off by his teeth. His free hand pinned you pliantly down into the mattress by the lower half of your face, the other sliding beneath your shirt to tear the fabric off your body. You thrashed, muffled sobs and tears running down your cheeks, wetting the palm of his hand.

Your terror only fueled him further.

His hands groped and fondled every inch of your skin that one could imagine, a long tongue pairing with his touch as Peter licked a long stripe up your neck—sucking deep blotches and bruises of dark blue and purple hues across your neck and chest. Peter marked you as his, bit your flesh like a meal, and ruined your soft skin for his pleasure.

The mattress beneath you was in shambles. Inch deep tears lay by your head as Peter held back the urge to squeeze you blue, from ripping into your flesh, the torn mattress a goreish display of holding back the brutal cuteness aggression Peter got from the sight of you.

His hand slid from your mouth, gripping your neck tightly to restrict precious air from flooding your throat. He wanted you ditzy anyway. Nothing but a lifeless shell of who you were once he was done.

Pilant.

Obidient.

And what better way than halfway choking you out?

Your hands held his wrist desparately, nails scratching into his skin as he only smiled wider in response, stitches appearing on the corners of his mouth to prevent his face from ripping in two from his pure display of euphoria.

You hadn't stopped crying this entire time. Desparate pleas falling on deaf ears as you begged Peter that this was enough, that you'd listen, that you'd stay. And as convincing as it seemed, Peter was not giving you another chance to escape him. Not again.

His hand trailed down until it cupped your clothed cunt. Nothing on your body remaining besides your panties. A gift, perhaps—the best for last. Peter pushed your panties to the side, experimentally swirling the pad of his thumb onto your clit, causing you to wretch out a struggled moan.

"P-Peter—!" He only smiled in response.

"You've always been so sensitive, huh? It seems you haven't changed at all." His thumb pressed harder onto your cunt, rubbing your clit side to side as the palm of his hand pressed firmly down upon your womb. He watched you fall apart with glee, sliding his other hands between your thighs and gently nudging a finger inside of you. You threw your headback into the sheets, grabbing the duvet desperately, your hips trembling as you felt your sanity waste away to the pleasure wracked into your body.

You always fell apart so prettily.

Your hand shakily reached out to Peter, your lips quivering as a second finger curled into your cunt—the heel of his hand hitting the underside of your puffy clit as he kept toying with the bud. It burned, terribly so. Considering how much larger his stature was to yours, how much larger his finger would be to your own, it was a miracle you weren’t ripped in half yet. Although, it sure felt as though you were.

Peter stretched you out relentlessly, scissoring inside of you before curling the pads of his fingers plush against your g-spot. You arched your back desperately, crying out as your hips stuttered in response. And Peter kept prying there. His fingers pounding into your cunt, hitting your g-spot over and over and over until you felt as though you'd die from the overstimulation. As you reached out to Peter, he pulled a length of manila rope from his back pocket—grabbing your wrists before tying your hands together and in front of your chest as through you were praying—and perhaps you were. Praying to Peter to slow down, to be more gentle.

A third finger was nudged deep inside of you, pairing with the speed of his thumb on your clit increasing. His fingers pounded into you feverishly, sounds of your arousal soaking your inner thighs and his forearm—dirtying the sleeve of his pinstriped coat. You couldn't concentrate, no longer resisting against the firm hold his shadows had upon your wrists. No longer holding back your sweet moans.

A burning desire began to pool in your gut.

"Peter, p-please—"

A hand gripped your throat.

"P-Peter, please— I'm gonna cu—m!" He smiled to you. You were always so easy to please.

"Cum then, dear." His fingers sped up their speed inside your cunt, recklessly pounding and curling into you, bruising your g-spot painfully as you sobbed out, clenching your pussy around his cock as you squirt onto him. Peter smiled, leaning down to suck your clit and swirl his tongue around the bud as your mouth opened silently. Your hips struggled away, and yet his shoulders spread your knees firmly, the underside of your thighs thrown over them. Peter continued to bully your pussy past your orgasm, sucking and licking your clit as his fingers continued to curl and pound into you to ride out your high. You were crying endlessly. Begging him to stop, that it was enough. And yet, he didn't pull out his hand until you were merely twitching and whimpering in his bed. Broken.

"Have you lost yourself in the pleasure, Darling?" Peter was manic. Your pleasure felt like a high he couldn't describe. The way your fingers clenched around him, he felt as though it was a sign. A sign that all your struggling was only to encourage him to fight against you, a sign that you were only pretending to be scared.

"You wanted this, didn't you?" Your eyes widened open when you felt the tip of his cock slide between your folds, Peter having removed his clothing now too. You struggled, trying to sit up when his hand once again held your throat warningly, choking you lightly against the mattress—gently enough that you could take slow, shallow breaths.

"Peter, it's not gonna fi—!" Your mouth fell open silently as Peter suddenly shoved the head of his cock inside of you. Your pool of arousal allowing him to slide in with just a minor amount of resistance—minor to his strength at least.

Meanwhile, your eyes blew wide as you whimpered out desperately, struggling against the binds on your wrists as your cunt stretched around him. He was big, painfully so. And you were thankful he decided to slide the remaining of his length in slowly, inch by inch. And yet, even when he was just halfway, you felt as though he was already plush against your cervix.

"Is she resisting, hmm? I guess I can be a little rough, you were always into that, anyways." Before you could understand what Peter meant, he slammed the remaining half of his length deep inside of you as you screamed out, your hands curling tight fists as your nails dug deep crescents into your palms.

Before you knew it, Peter pulled out to the tip, and slammed right back into you. His pace was unwavering. A hand gripped on your neck, the other pressing you into the mattress by a palm against your womb as he split you on his cock. Peter pounded into you, skin against skin as you soaked his cock, splashing your arousal onto his pelvis and lower stomach. He was big, too big. Tears streamed down your face, and Peter only wiped them with his thumb before licking it into his mouth. He wanted to taste your fear.

He wanted to rip you apart.

Your chest heaved as his thumb came down to your clit once more, roughly pressing onto you before swirling it harshly. You arched your back, clawing at the wrist on your throat as you moaned, crying around his cock when the underside of it would press into your g-spot, when the head of it would slam so deep against your cervix you felt he might fuck himself into your womb. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, a hand gripping the torn sheets below you as you cried out when your pussy clentched around him.

"Please, please, can I c-cum—" You sobbed, looking down to where you and Peter where connected, seeing your cunt stretched impossibly wide for your ex-boyfriend's cock.

"Don't you dare."

"Please, Baby."

Fuck.

You drove him fucking crazy.

Peter swore he could’ve cum on the spot from hearing you finally call him baby once more, the name you neglected from him. The only name you should be calling him. Peter laughed.

"You truly know me so well, Darling." Peter's pace increased. His cock pounding into you hard enough to have your tits bouncing and the frame of the bed on the verge of giving out—your cunt clentching onto his fat cock even more.

"You can cum in three seconds." You nodded stupidly, too desparate to think.

Peter pulled back to the tip, slamming back inside.

"Three," His palm pressed into your womb, feeling the buldge of his dick against his hand, his cock dragging against your velvety walls. You swore you were going to die if you couldn't cum soon, Peter's counting teasingly slow as he fucked into you like a fleshlight. Like a pet.

"Two." Your pussy fluttered against him, Peter's fingers swirling your clit viciously.

"One," You whined, sliding your hands to his upper back as you raked down his skin.

"Please, please, please, let me cum." You were going crazy.

"Cum." You threw your head back, near screaming his name like a mantra as you clencthed around him, squirting for the second time that night as his cock continued to pound deep inside of you. Peter let go of your throat, his hands sliding beneath the underside of your thighs to push your knees into your chest—fucking you meanly in a harsh mating press as he refused to slow down. You felt like your soul was going to fall out your body, your pussy spasming as Peter continued to pound into you without any concern to your fresh orgasm and painful overstimulation that burned your walls.

"B-baby, Peter—please, I can'—"

And for the first time since three years ago, and for the first time together—Peter kissed you.

His kiss was soft, gentle, loving. His hips never stilled, continuing to rip orgasm after orgasm out of your poor little pussy. Although, his mouth was soft against yours, eyes closed and hand holding your neck lightly as the tips of his fingers graced your bruised skin. Bruised with the marks of his love, his obsession.

He held your face as kindly, as though you may be gone if he didn't keep you in his arms forever. Peter's tongue slid into your mouth slowly, and you moaned around him—letting him in. Your body missed him so much.

Maybe you still love him, even after it all.

Peter's pace became staggered, his hips slowing until he kept his cock deep inside and came directly into your womb. His load gushed out from the sides of your hole that stretched around him, stuffing you full. Peter allowed your thighs to rest by his hips, laying you back against the mattress as he continued to kiss you. His hands massaged your body, comforting the bites, hickeys, and bruises.

"I love you, Darling."

Peter spoke softly, pulling away from you. Admiring your fucked out state.

"So don't you leave me ever again."

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Robin and the Stray (Part 1)

Dick Grayson x reader

warnings:

a/n: you already know this is based off of an oc and you already know im gonna write it like its just your average y/n. i dont even know if yall hate this or not but TOO BAD (im kidding please start paying attention to this blog again i long for the days i mattered)

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part 2

Gotham City, all the way back when you were kids. Didn’t feel like it, though. Not when you two were up all night off on adventures—more like missions—and occasionally crossing paths. Batman and Robin weren’t too fond of you and Catwoman giving them headaches from time to time with your heists and all that fun stuff. But sooner or later they cracked and started letting you two off the hook.

The flirting was just playful at first, a literal get-out-of-jail free card, if you will. But somewhere down the line, you started to mean it. You liked your time spent with Robin, and every once in a while you’d even let him catch you.

Nights that you and Selina split up, the Bat and the Bird had to do the same. That’d when you got him alone. And after a while, you’d just end up on a random rooftop teasing him in some silly, flustering way. A cute comment here and there to let him know you were still interested. Jumping across rooftops and crawling up fire escapes to keep him on his toes while you talked. Although you were still strangers out of these costumes, you still managed to drop a little personal detail every once in a while to bond. Part of you worried if he was only letting you escape to trick you into some false sense of security, lately you’ve been returning stolen goods to him just to see him again.

And night after night there were new encounters, only in these you weren’t really doing anything wrong. Just pouncing around and watching the city, almost like you were on patrol. You could tell him you were just watching over Gotham while he was elsewhere.

It was funny how awkward he was at first when you met. But it’d been some months since the Cats got out of the bag, and Selina was starting to warm up to Batman, too. It was kind of cute. Robin seemed so much more confident talking to you nowadays, he flirted back and laughed with you and pretended you got away when Batman asked where you went (oh, and Catwoman also got away!).

There was one particular night that you’ll never forget. This one night where you’d just snuck out to be in the city, secretly hoping Robin was out, too. All suited up in your catlike garb roaming the streets and rooftops of Gotham, and hours went by without a sighting of your special guy. You sat at the ledge of a rooftop overlooking Downtown Gotham—a bit too close to GCPD, but maybe that was where you needed to be.

It wasn’t long before Robin saw a figure concerningly close to the edge of a high building, and he could just barely make out those cat ears on your head. He awkwardly split off from Batman, who warned him not to do anything stupid. They had just put away a D-list villian and, let’s face it, they’re the most annoying ones to deal with and Batman now had to wash ketchup and mustard out of the crevices of his armor.

Robin met you up top, cheeks warming when he saw your immediate smile when you turned around, he gave you the same one. “Do you want to get a pizza?” He asked you with a shrug and a tilt of his head. You furrowed your brows just barely. “I guess not?”

“I mean—sure. But you want to go now? Like, dressed like this?” You sort of giggled, leaning into the idea just a little.

“Why not?” Robin asked you, eyes gleaming with just a bit of boy wonder. “Gotham’s seen weirder.”

“How’s that gonna affect your ‘image,’ huh? A good boy like you hanging out with the likes of a cat burglar, what would dear old Jim Gordon have to say?” You kept teasing him, but it seemed he was set on the idea. “You don’t even care, do you, Birdy?”

“I don’t, actually.” He said, extending his gloved hand to you. You accepted his help off the ledge and got to your feet.

“Got a place in mind?” You asked him as he walked off without an answer. “Okay, Batman.” You crossed your arms and walked behind him, only half-amused with his manners. But he was still cute the way he acted like Batman in those bright colors and tight pants. At least they’d been tweaked over the past few months, you couldn’t tell if he’d hit some kind of growth spurt or he just really liked tight clothes.

“See that sign over there?” Robin pointed down the street, a bright neon sign displayed the word “PIZZA” in red lettering, encased in a yellow circle you assumed was also pizza. “Twenty-four hours. You’ll be glad to know they do their best work in these hours.”

“You mean ‘vigilante hours?’” You joked, nudging him with your elbow.

“Something like that.” He nudged back. Suddenly, he leaped off the edge of the building—which actually wasn’t that tall if you were used to this sort of thing—and used a grapple gun to break the landing.

“Wow. We’re doing this, huh.” You equipped a whip and secured it to the neighboring building, descending yourself in a much more anticlimactic way—but still impressive if you weren’t used to this sort of thing. “Show off.”

“Had to do it one of these days, you’re always one-upping me.” He said walking forward, just a casual stroll down the streets of Gotham in costume, ignoring any pedestrians or nearby residents that may be up this late. Part of you hoped that you’d run into trouble just to see how it’d feel to fight side by side, show him you’re more than just mischief, you’re a bit kickass, too.

After a few minutes of chatting, the pair of you made it to the pizza shop. Robin opened the door for you where the bell above the door chimed when you entered. The employees watched as two masked freaked walked inside and casually asked what they could get for you. You shrugged when Robin looked at you for your preference, letting him pick for you. Then he pulled out a couple twenty dollar bills from his pocket and told them “keep the change.”

“Got any more of those for me?” You batted your eyes and tilted your head.

“You want to get paid for this date?” He chuckled, wondering if he should make his next joke, but he knew you had a sense of humor. “Wouldn’t that make you a hooker?” You broke into laughter that he joined in on and tapped him on the arm.

“Hey, whatever you wanna call me. As long as I get a couple bucks, what’s the harm?” You joked back and Robin thought to himself how nice your genuine laughter was, not just those careful little chuckles and giggles were. Your true smile was goofy and brilliant to him. Lost in the moment, your order was called up and the two of you left the shop with a hot box of pizza.

“Hold this real quick?” Robin handed the box off to you, then grabbed your waist and grappled to a nearby rooftop as you squealed from surprise.

“What ever happened to a gentlemanly warning? I could have dropped the pizza!” You told him as he took it back.

“Looks good to me.” He peeked in and brought it to another ledge. “I take it you like the view?”

“What do you mean?” You walked closer and took a seat.

“I always see you sitting or standing on the edge of these buildings. You just brooding?” He raised a brow.

“That’s more of a Batman thing.” You took a piece of pizza and took a bite.

“Then tell me why you’re always hanging out on tall buildings.”

“I like looking around, is that a crime?” You asked with a mouthful of cheese and bread.

“No, but breaking and entering is. And stealing, of course.” He took a slice and sat beside you. Below your dangling feet was just another street of Gotham City, a street he protected and you would just watch. Nothing special about it, especially since there were no museums or penthouses here.

You sat with your hands at your sides, leaning forward a bit to get a better view of the ground. It was then that you felt a gentle touch, Robin’s hand on yours. You glanced at him from the side and he saw as your lip curled slightly. If you didn’t know any better, you might have seen him blush. It was strange in a way, feeling so drawn to someone without a name. “Robin” had a nice ring to it, though.

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[lilyum-e]

So lets talk about why the federation chose q!Foolish to work for them.

The whole "YOU ARE. UNIQUE" book

I wouldnt read it as negative nor positive. Its simply a statement. Its saying that q!Foolish is useful. He's easy to please and at the same time competent enough to work with federation. Just a good tool, waiting to be used.

They chose him, simply because he was already there. He was asking to be friends with cucurucho for some time now. He was the one always saying that he wants to be kidnapped. That he wants something interesting to happen.

Q!Foolish's desires have always been simple. Keep his family safe. Be noticed by Federation. Have a gun. Get a cloud.

And his silly, happy go lucky personality makes him just good enough to get away with whatever he wants. Or at least to minimalize the damage to himself.

He is just a perfect scapegoat.

He might be technically working for federation as "detective". But is he really?

Thats just a name. Is Mr. Mustard really missing? Or did the federation make him go missing to give Foolish something to do.

And q!Foolish will not question it. At least not enough to see a problem with continuing the work.

However his real job is to sow mistrust.

The fedaration has been trying to divide islanders for so long. But how do you divide people that are so close to each other?

You just keep adding more and more and more factors.

You start small, simple. Just watch them, and let them know that they are being watched.

Then you give them something to do, someone to protect. The eggs. Their fragile children. Now they dont have to worry only about themselves. And the islanders bond with each other over it, they become more united then ever before.

But all that is just temporary. And when they think that everything is stable and joyous, you slowly take it away. Your children dissapear and then come back with cracks on them. But its alright, it was just a one scary moment.

However later your friends get kidnapped. And when they are back, you want to trust them. But can you really, when you know that the Federation was one keeping them? How can you be so sure that they are the same person they were before.

And the next kidnapping just proves it more. Quackity isnt back. ElQuackity is walking around instead, seemingly looking like the person they once knew.

Then you start the elections. Throw some benefits to make the offer interesting. And it divides them. Maybe not as much as one would have hoped, but some disagreements never hurt nobody :)

And islanders ultimately want someone trustwothy to become a president. But by doing so, you achieve otherwise. Cause now that trustwothy person will be placed directly under federation whether they like it or not.

Well but you still have your eggs. You would always trust your children wouldnt you?

But the Code Monster can impersonate them now. And as much as you want to say that you know your children, can you actually? Or is your mind playing tricks in you. Will you always be able to tell?

They know they cannot trust the island. But despite many disagreements, they always had each other. They consider other islanders friends and family.

But what if one person chose to betray the islanders. It adds to all the concerns and reminds them just how fragile trust is...

And its slowly but surely eating everyone from inside. They are still together. They are always scrambling to cooperate and listen to each other. To communicate. They always have been.

But the question is. Will they always? For how long? Is there a breaking point?

And if there is, when, and what will happen after?...

[cha3w0n-hearts]

tagged by @star-girlism ty!

tagging — @hanniluvi @flwoie @misokei @nhularin @neighborhae @sureogi @mine-gyu @hyhees @dreamenha @iiraluv @sunoo-bby @skz-minchan-enthusiast @cherrysvng

barbie or oppenheimer // ketchup or mustard // crinkled fries or curly fries // robots or dinosaurs // silly hats or silly socks // spring or autumn // harry potter or lord of the rings // vacation or staycation // day or night // board games or video games // books or movies // money or love // milkshake or iced coffee // waffles or pancakes // chocolate or candy // beach or pool // laundry or dishes // take-out or dine-out // fantasy or sci-fi // lays or pringles

note — i have a lot if or bc i dont care about them or both

[tf2heritageposts]

There is: (i got too excited and it's a bit long sorry)

What kind of brazillian foods/drinks the mercs would like the most

Scout:

He would love any kinds of street foods, his favorite ones would be coxinha, a fried snack stuffed with chicken; Hot dogs in the São Paulo way, they usually have mashed potatoes, corn, peas and shoestring potatoes above (with ketchup and mustard, of course) and pastel, a fried dough (the texture is similar to a puff pastry) that can have many kinds of fillings, the most usual one is mozzarella cheese. He also would love eat this while drink sugarcane juice (it's a classical combo).

Soldier:

This one is funny, bc in my head all the other mercs had to lie to him that they were getting 100% american food so he could at least try some, and he keep eating it without knowing the thruth. His favorite ones would also be ones of the most iconical ones, by irony of the destiny, such as feijoada and pão de queijo. He would also love farofa (is made either with corn or cassava, braised with oil and can have diverses other igredients too) but since Soldier is build diferently, insted of eating it as a side dish he just cook a huge ass pan of farofa and eat all of it with a spoon.

Pyro:

He would love brigadeiro, because is sweet as him (awwn). He would love churrasco (brazilian barbecue), so much that he, engineer and sniper would be the ultimate churrasqueiros of the team (however only engineer and sniper are alowed to touch on the grill since the incident). From the many things that can be made in a churrasco, Pyro likes garlic bread the most (because it gets burned at outisde really quickly but still ok to eat). The last thing from his list would be cuscuz paulista, recipe that blend corn flour and many other igredients, and that people from other brazilian states keep saying its ugly but THATS UNTRUE YALL JUST DONT KNOW HOW TO MAKE IT - me, a sad paulistana.

Engineer:

As said before, he would love churrasco, and any kind of red meat should be his favorite (picanha, striploin…). He would also like the local beer options and condensed milk pudding (pudim). No special rasion on the last one (besides giving all the mercs at least 3 itens).

Demoman:

He would LOVE drinking cachaça (alchoolic drink made with sugarcane) and caipirinha as well (drink made with cachaça, lime, sugar and ice). For eat, his favorite food should be torresmo (pork skin with fat cut into small pieces and fried until crispy), that is also a good side dish in brazilian bar's.

Heavy:

His first favorite option would be estrogonofe, wich is actually a brazilian version of a russian recipe (stroganoff), with some alterations. He would also enjoy virado à paulista (plate composed of a beans and cassava flour mix, together with pork chop, tuscan sausage, fried egg, braised cabbage and a piece of breaded banana), it's a really big meal to a really big guy. Finally, he would go for "caipiroska" for drinking, with is a caipirinha variation but with vodka in the place of cachaça (wich i didn't know existed until i started writing this kkkkkk)

Medic:

Cuca de banana (a cake with bananas and a sugar & cinnamon on top) would be one of his favorite desserts (it also has a germanic origin i also didn't knew kkkkkk). He also would like specific foods from Bahia, such as Acarajé (dumpling made from black-eyed pea dough, onion and salt, and fried in palm oil, can be stuffed with shrimp or other options of filling) and cocada (candy made with coconut), but I can't specify why yet bc it envolves a headcanon/AU i'm still making and i want it to be a silly surprise, i'll edit here once it's done.

Sniper:

The last one of the ultimate churrasqueiros, his favorite item would be chiken's hearts. Aparently pumpkings are very used in australian culinary, so i like to imagine he would also like doce de abobora (dessert made with pumpking). Finally, i guess tapioca (cassava gum, can be fried like a pancake and stuffed to taste, among other uses) just suits him idk.

Spy:

He would love Carolina (looks like a éclair, but is smaller, rounder, and filled with dulce de leche) and sonho (fried dough, usualy filled with vanilla cream and with sprinkled sugar above. The name of this recipe translate to "dream" in a literal form btw kkkkk). Ending this list, Spy would enjoy queijo com goiabada (a slice of minas cheese thogeter with a slice of guava paste).

Thank you for reading until here, and sorry if i made you fell hungry hihihi

holy shit this is so good

also i want carolina that looks so good

i also want the sugarcane drinks, please god i’ll do anything

[zagreuses-toast]

My Angua Playlist! I Didn't like Angua much at first but she won me over, and now she's enough my fave to have earned a playlist. my beautiful girl with a disorder, theres so much complex stuff going on with her relationship to herself, her family, carrot, the watch. i love revolving it all in my head. Theres some intentional overlap with Vimes's . Explanations under the read more as usual

Angua is a cynical pessimist, she's so sure she's going to be abandoned, that she'll slip back into her old bad ways, that she'll be attacked for what she is and have to run again. she always has one foot out of the door:

Fast Car by Tracy Chapman

Haunted House by Sir Babygirl (this one especially nails the "everything is doomed i just dont want it to hurt too much" vibes of early Angua)

In the Blood from Hades

Nothing Good from Centaurworld

Lets Get This Over With by TMBG

Evelyn by Kim Tillman

Run Boy Run by Woodkid

Too Much Time by John Vanderslice

the Angua and Carrot vibes. sweet in many ways but they also have a doomed romance (as in, doomed to be in a romance) thing going on thats bonkers and very fun to rotate in my mind, especially when its in tension with angua's instincts to run:

Little Talks by Of Monsters and Men

Between My Teeth by Orla Garland

Stray Italian Greyhound by Vienna Tang

I Scare Myself by Thomas Dolby

The Bright Side by TMBG

Absentee by Jack Campbell

I like You for Psychological Reasons by TMBG (genuinely thee carrot/angua theme song in my mind)

The Dog Days Are Over by Florence + The Machine (yes this is dog themed no it doesnt go in the dog themes section, the horses are carrot and finding a home in the watch)

Tounges and Teeth by The Crane Wives

Landslide by Fleetwood Mac

Sight of the Sun by .fun ("I used to run at first sight of the sun but now I lay here waiting for you to wake up")

King and Lionheart by of Monsters and Men

Despite being a pessimist, despite having been a killer, despite her family wanting her to go back to being that, and strangers still seeing her as a monster, shes better. she's trying:

Get Better by Frank Turner

Getting There by Mustard Service

Its My Way by Buffy Sainte Marie (gritting my teeth on this one, buffy was recently exposed as a horrific liar and a fraud who faked being native, but also unfortunatley this song still fits angua very well and i still like it)

Changes by David bowie

Arsonist's Lullaby by Hozier

I'm Me by Vanessa from Phineas and Ferb (LISTEN, HEAR ME OUT, it's a little silly but so is angua sometimes)

This Year by The Mountain Goats

sorry for stereotyping you Angua but here's the werewolf/dog/monster songs, :

Maneater by Hall & Oates

Control by Halsey

Senses Working Overtime by XTC

Hey Bulldog by The Beatles

Werewolves of London by Warren Zevon

Freakshow by The Gothic Archies (specifically vibes with her being undead, and all the stuff people think about that in universe)

Turn The Lights Off by Tally Hall

I wanna Be Your Dog by AJJ

misc:

Music With Rocks In by Louie Zong

Synopsis for the Latecomers by TMBG (city watch vibes, i always imagined she's the next commander rather than carrot)

[fancyfade]

favorite DC fun fact - emphasis on the fun,, preferably something u find silly abt a character u enjoy :]]

oh i love fun facts!!!

fun facts: food DISLIKES edition edition

OK Wonder Woman doesn't like cilantro

Tim doesn't like mustard on his burgers (batman: the ankh). TBF im not sure if mustard is as common on burgers as it is on hotdogs so I dont know how this came up.

Damian doesn't like Alfred's cooking (link)

[bahbakery]

Kitsune alter :3

-🦈

okay so,,,, i was making this pack, and i was like "i dont wanna make just a stereotypical kitsune!! how do i make this more interesting,,,"

and then i was like "aha!! ill make it TROPICAL THEMED!!" because i cant help myself,, the kitsune spirit is still there though! they just wear a little aloha shirt and sandals,,

(tropical) kitsune alter pack!!

names: jack, trickery, eddie, fable

pronouns + terms: they/them - he/him - she/her - kit/kits - fool/fools

gender + presentation: genderfluid // androgynous

species: kitsune

age: probably like,,, hundreds

orientation: bisexual

sign-off: 🍁

system role: social alter

source: brain-made

personality: kit loves nothing more than fooling others! they’re very charismatic, so it’s quite easy for them to get what they want. unlike most kitsunes, he prefers more modern settings for her trickery. fool especially loves swindling dumb tourists.

likes: pranks and general tomfoolery, fashion, orange soda,,, for some reason

dislikes: cold weather, coffee, mustard

front triggers: those epic prank videos, similar aesthetics

extra: what a silly fucker!!

picture: i worry that my screen is getting the colors wrong and theyre actually more pink then red,,,

[elfdyke]

🍔 [BURGER] What would your OC put on their burger?

youre getting everyones burger order cuz you didnt specify so i hope youre ready to cook for all of them ^_^

roe kind of doesnt like vegetables whatsoever so i fear her silly ass would be ordering a cheeseburger . with ketchup and mustard. i cant stand her <3 NVM SHES ORDERING THE PEWTER BURGER (art by @wii-snorkeling2006 💖)

kaisa i’d say would probably get anything and everything on her burger <3 she has no concept of restraint and especially with something she definitely never ate living in the sun elf community, she’d want to go all out ^_^ her ass is ordering those like 4 patty burgers with the craziest toppings ever. and yes she will be throwing up after

i think lilith would get a pretty generic burger also… probably no pickles… i dont think she’d rock with them very much. but i DO think she would like onions ^_^

in a beautiful world where roe and taran went to get burgers together and roe’s order came out wrong (she got onions/pickles/tomatoes), she’s putting all of it on tarans burger and his burger just looks so wretched and is overflowing with burger veggies </3 he ordered a plain cheeseburger too but he’s now going to be eating all the shit roe didnt want

i .. i feel like june and maria’s orders would actually be pretty similar AKJNDFKG smth like a medium rare burger thats very meat/dairy heavy and is kind of dripping with blood + condiments

[inv1s1bleghost1345]

Just some random thoughts since fall has finally hit with Halloween consuming my mind .I suck at writing and I dont why I'm posting it but yeah .... be kind is guess ...

One of Remus"s favorite holidays is Halloween , free candy with late night adventures of Mischief always gave him a thrill. Even after the event of being bitten he still found joy to put on costumes, to pretend to be something or someone else even if it was just for one night.

Once he started Hogwarts he was disappointed hoping that he would still beable to partake in the joyous holiday.

When the day started to get closer Remus would hum very softly Halloween hits to himself while he studied , even in the shower so softly he thought no one would notice. Until Sirius started to hum along with him to various songs just as softly. With a grin he finally asked why he hummed so cheerfully.

Pulling him outside to the lake Remus smiled talking nonstop about Halloween and how he celebrated the way that muggles did. Holding onto that childhood nostalgia even at 11 he couldnt let go of. Yet with a disappointing look spreading across his face he told Sirius that he knew most students wouldnt celebrate especially the pureblood .

With the same excitment Sirius would make this all happen for Remus keeping it a suprise just for him. He gathered all the Gryffindors at first then it spread to all the other houses to help orchestrate such an event. Every house and year chipping in for the festivities to bring the muggle touch to Hogwarts on All Hallows Eve.

As it got closer and closer Remus kept noticing whispers and excitment in the halls but when he would interrogating the other students no one would break.

Frustrated and annoyed he made his way back to the dorm when a hands pulls him under the invisibility cloak . James and Sirius smiling bright pulled him along dashing to the Green Houses. Loud music and the smell of sweets filled the air. When they made their way in the party was in full swing .

Overwhelmed Remus turned to Sirius pulling him into his arms holding him tightly. Thank you ,thank you, thank you he chanted.

Every year from then on there was A ghoulish Halloween Party full of Muggle and Wizarding traditions .

During their 2nd year Sirius, Remus and James made their costumes , they vowed to always wear them every year till their last days on earth. Which in the end with them graduating Hogwarts left them behind .

Peter stood firm and didnt want to be apart of their goofy costume opting to wear a very different niche costume each year, he hated being repetitive. Loved to be ask what his costume was just so he can share his love interests with others.

Spooky theme song of The Marauders

Marauders

James and Sirius begged and annoyed Remus to be apart of their silly couple costume till he caved in. Years later would regret his decision greatly .

Sirius -

Dresses up as a realistic Ketchup bottle

James-

The main event to the costume is Realistic Hot Dog with bun . Which to this day laughs everytime

Remus -

Reluctantly but secretly never telling a soul is a realistic Mustard bottle.

All three of them always showing up together to show off.

Peter-

During first year his very first costume was very niche herbology plant that he had to explain to each group of people he ended up chatting with until he finally found the Herbology club which instantly knew.

The Valkyries Spooky theme song

The Valkyries

Lily -

Thrilled to beable to celebrate at school her first costume was a Zombie Librarian.

When she started to date Pandora they became a couple costume. Lily as Willy Wonka and Pandora as literally a gumball machine. Pandora refused to dress as anything else. Each year Pandora would give Lily a bag of enchanted gumballs with her name on them as a gift.

Marlene -

Being just as goofy as James and Sirius she always dressed as a different dinosaur each year, either a inflatable or onesie didnt matter. Her love for dinosaurs and completely confusing the pure bloods made it so worth it.

Even when she started dating Dorcas she still went as a dinosaur, her girlfriend finding it enduring and cute. Marlene's favorite costume was her last year at Hogwarts where Dorcas finally joined her as a inflatable T-rex

Mary -

Loving to create and design her own outfits went all out for the party. Each year she would dress as Barbie through the ages always having a Ken to escorts her to the party. Till she finally found her Barbie.

Spooky theme song of the Slytherin Skittles

Slytherin Skittles

All being pureblood completely confused on muggle views of All Hallows Eve till Barty went to James demanding to know the ends and out of the traditions. Shocked ,thrilled and manaic all rolled into one panicked rush about to find everyone a costume. No one could escape or deny him they would commit to this party. Expect Regulus.

Regulus -

He out right refuses to dress up threatening death to anyone who attempted to ask him to unless it was Pandora. With her puppy dog eyes breaks him which she puts together a last minute costume. She makes him into a fuzzy cute bat as a form of punishment.

As the years go on he slowly changes the theme always very basic hoping to go unnoticed. When James and Regulus get together James begged him to do a couples costume with him ,Regulus just glared at him. For his own safety James dropped it immediately.

Not until they have Harry does James finally gets his wish. At age 2 Harry demands to be a golden snitch and his Papas to be on the red team which was his favorite color. James with the biggest smile teasing Reg all evening as they trick or treated because he was finally a Gryffindor.

Barty-

Loving the idea of it all panics rushes around unable to decide on what it should be, every year. Evan jokingly told him to be a bumblebee since they all call him B. Which to Evan's dismay is forced to join Barty as a Killer Bumblebee. Both holding knives that everyone thought were fake

Evan -

When Barty and him finally got together Barty demands to have the best couples costume each year. Always complaing he always gave in yet loved every minute of it.

With Barty's new found love of muggle horror films always went big in creating serial killers for the both of them to go as. Evan's favorite would always be Chucky and The bride of chucky both of them not beable to not have an knife on them.

Dorcas -

Annoyed with the whole idea of Halloween put little effort in her costume , her first costume being a toilet paper Egyptian Mummy till she actually fully embraced the holiday . Each year she would perfect her Mummy costume always winning the costume contest along side with Mary for the most Intricate design .Which she always took pride in.

When she started to date Marlene she always helped her pick out her dinosaur of the season. Even enchanting it to rawar everytime she jumped out at someone and it was very loud making everyone jump each time. Which they both couldnt help but laugh .

In their last year of Hogwarts she wanted to prove to Marlene that she was dedicated to her Wanting to continue their relationship after Hogwarts. Dorcas dressing up as her favorite dinosaur the T-rex. Marlene not knowing until a slow dance came on and that became their offical song two inflatable T-rex Weirdos

Smashing Pumpkins- Dancing in the moonlight

Pandora -

Pandora found the whole thing absolutely whimsical , always adding and creating new ways to add to the horror element of Hallween. Making items look so real no one could tell . Even enchanting items to crawl , move or grab people when they weren't looking. Paradora being known as the sweetest kindest odd ball that everyone got along with became an absolute menace on Halloween.

Out of everything she learned about the muggles side of the holiday she knew candy was the most important detail to it all so every year she dressed up as her favorite Muggle machine and candy THE GUMBALL MACHINE

One year Lily to get Pandora's attention dressed up as Willy Wonka from the book she recently let her read that she adored, reading it over and over again. Pandora immediately kept Lily at her side all evening at the end finally getting together , Pandora dating her Willy Wonka .

Golden Trio Ers

Halloween costumes

I see them in their 8th year tying to move past the war , to feel some normality they all agree to celebrate Halloween with the entire dorm of elder students. Which excitedly and surprisingly they all chip in

Hermione demanding and blatantly bullying them all till finally gave in. She convinced her core group of friends to do one big costume collaboration of her childhood favorite show Scooby Doo. Leading her to full on rant of the show and handing out silly novels to the Royals ,Luna , Ginny and poor poor Ron .

With the exictment brings everyone a bit of ease to the 8th year common room and houses among them. Getting drunk and having a fun mischievous evening.

Harry -Fred

Hermione- Velma

Ron- Cross dressing as Daphne

Neville -Shaggy

Luna- Scooby

Luna and Ginny going as a couple costume together

Ginny- Scooby Snack

Seamus and Dean -

Going as their own couple costume as

Wild coyote and the road runner

Slytherin Royals

Out of all the characters Hermione suggested none of them seemed to be worthy of them expect the Band The Hex girls

Draco -Thorn

Leader singer/guitarist

Since it's such a new relationship between Draco and Harry he demanded they participate even if Blaise finds the show very interesting and Pansy just wanted to have a sexy outfit. They even performed a lip synced of the song I put a spell on you.

They definitely won the costume contest

Pansy - Luna

Key boardist /backup singer

Blaise -Dusk

Drummer/back up singer

Fuck JK ROWLING

[seductive-snail]

ITS MY BIRTHDAYYY 🎉

I'm now 15! HUZZAH!

No one asked but here's my top 15 favourite things (in no order) :)

the smell of freshly baked bread and cake in any stores

standing at that spot in school where you can see the beach on the horizon and the way the fog makes it look pretty in the morning

staying after school with my friends for no reason

CARBONATED SUGARY DRINKS

going to the salon to get ur hair done and listening to all the gossip the hairdressers be spilling (acting like yk nothing cuz they think u can't understand them 😍)

talking about random politics and stuff with my dad (Even if we dont always agree)

playing video games

animals, i love my dogs and i want a cat but I is allergic tho :(

HONEY MUSTARD SAUCE (I WILL PUT IT ON ANYTHING)

listening to showtunes with my silly friend group

my goofy friend group (i love u guys @fourferretsinatrenchcoat @tehi-s + Mei who doesn't have tumblr :( )

writing anything literally anything

reading i love reading its escapism

my random tumblr moots (love y'all)

those moments of peace when you realise that everything is alright. <33

[inkwell-intermission]

10. worst part of fanon

MAN I DONT KNOW.

Ok here's one. I don't like when people draw the mobswitch characters as gray, especially when theyre human. It seems silly. Blah blah blah Grimdark, sure, but ALL THE TIME? I would understand more if it was just when they were like, using their powers or possessed, like how it works for Rose or Jade, right? But all the time? That's so silly, and often looks quite... thoughtless to me. I don't think anyone who does it is necessarily wrong or worse for doing it but it doesn't make like. sense.

Specifically if they look human, right? If the Midnight Crew are also supposed to have horrorterrors in someone's headcanons, like how the Twilight Scoundrels do, then why do I never see the Midnight Crew human forms drawn as gray? At least be consistent, y'know? The way I like to approach mobswitch involves a difference in the characters happening to them over time starting in their past based on experiences and stuff, they aren't just possessed inherently. Team Sleuth are not inherently more vulnerable to horrorterrors in a way that turns them gray than the Midnight Crew, especially if the evolution into someone who would have a horrorterror starts deeper in their past. Honestly the only way I can accept it as a well thought out and rational choice is if the Midnight Crew normally are ALSO gray, OR, the Twilight Scoundrels/Team Sleuth are humans and the Meddlesome Company/Midnight Crew are carpacians, and they don't have the same physical reactions to horrorterror patronage. But we know what that looks like in Rose and Jade, and it's tied to direct possession anyway!

OH also I think the typical names for HB and CD in mobswitch are kinda flat and lazy so I change them. My mobswitch names are Heedful Blandisher and Clever Draftsman, and i really like Scurrlious as the forename for Scout also. It just feels right to give them something more complicated when we have names like Peccant Scofflaw and Pernicious Innovator. I need to change Dick's as well, Angry Delinquent might not cut the mustard for me personally either :/

[steel--fairy]

i dont have a "people chosen by legendarys" thing in my main au but if i did, heres whod have what

violet, leaf, and green would have moltres, articuno, and zapdos. mewtwo would have no one. mew would go to yellow ig bc the boys don't get legendaries, it's the rules.

its a fight over daphne but i think celebi gets it in the end. in this au then the chosen two for lugia and ho oh would be sparrow and silver which is. certainly a duo thatd tooootallyyyy get along lmao. kris to suicune. raikou to anabel since i am firmly in the only one for the beasts camp. dunno about entei.

ivy and brendan with their latias and latios. no one for kyogre and groudon bc chosens are for good legendaries who dont purposefully try to kill off all of humanity. but rayquaza would have wallace. zinnias pissed about it. lisia and jirachi, then wally and deoxys. no one with the regis bc they never get woken in my plot.

chryssa and darkrai who used to be paired with her dad. palmer and cresselia as a match. azelf, uxie, and mesprit with maylene, prof rowan, and lucas. odd group, but theyre all there when theyre freed from the red chain (and cynthia, but her being overlooked is funny to me). thatd be it for sinnoh i think. barry maybe gets one some day but idk who. maybe somethint silly like shaymin, maybe something big like giratina. candice could theoretically be chosen of regigigas, but thats more a caretaker thing. oh and brandon (the hoenn frontier brain) has the sinnohan regis but i doubt he's a "chosen" of them.

ieva and n, and reshiram and zekrom ofc. had a cute idea of bryony, hugh and concordia matching the swords of justice. bryony-virizion, hugh-terrakion, concordia-cobalion. she would not be its chosen bc she is not human, but in this scenario i imagine zorua rides on keldeos back like a knight lol. and uhh thats it. i refuse to acknowledge the genies, dunno about victini and genesect (it stays with bryony for a bit but shes already spoken for), and kyurem is put in the corner with kyogre and groudon.

carmella and diancie, trevor and zygarde, calem and xerneas, shauna and yveltal and ig tierno and hoopa...? hoopa seems like it'd like to dance. that leaves only volcanion.

lillie and nebby!! aka solgaleo. then the tapu's and the kahuna’s. gladion and silvally? i think thatd actually be it. necrozma is with kyurem and the weather duo in time out.

lili and hop, and zacian and zamazenta. marnie and bede and g moltres and articuno is a vibe, and i do have at least bede in the crown tundra plot. peonia for zapdos maybe lol? leon and eternatus? peony and calyrex lmao? oh, i suppose mustard and urshifu.

jess and arceus. volo and giratina. cogita and enamorous (and also arceus, a little bit, sorta). adaman and irida, and dialga and palkia. rei and manaphy? thatd be cute : )

they're legendaries but ngl i don't consider the raidons one so they cant have a chosen. so, alyssa and ogerpon. carmine and pecharunt for the lolz. kieran and terapagos? ik how the whole scene goes, but i think you could tweak it. could do something with arven, penny, nemona, and ig florian and the four treasures. dunno whod be paired with who.

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This or That

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sorry for not following formatting it was hard to read

barbie or oppenheimer - neither havent watched them yet

ketchup or mustard - ketchup

crinkled fries or curly fries - if i had to choose crinkled

robots or dinasours - dinos

silly hats or silly socks- socks

spring or autumn - spring

hp or lotr - is that even a choice lol, lotr

vacation or staycation - staycation hate travelling

day or night - day

board games or video games - both

books or movies - movies

money or love - love

milk shake or iced coffee - iced coffee

waffles or pancakes - if they're hungarian ones, pancakes

chocolate or candy - both

beach or pool - neither dont like water

laundry or dishes - laundry, obviously dont like water

take out or dine out - dine out

fantasy or sci-fi - both

lays or pringles - lays if it was more common here

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I got tagged by @mechamagica

barbie or oppenheimer -Barbie, I have little interest in learning more about the Bomb, I LOVE Nuclear stuff but that applies strictly to energy and reactors. (Molten Salt nuclear reactors are AMAZING) ketchup or mustard -Ketchup, gimme that Tomato crinkled fries or curly fries -Crinkled, especially if they got that seasoning salt, love a good THICC fry robots or dinosaurs-When I was young dinosaurs, but Im more into robotic stuff anymore silly hats or silly socks - Hats, easier to show off spring or autumn -Autumn, Fall, Halloween, Harvest, Pumpkin harry potter or lord of the rings -Lord of the rings lmao, even before all the shit with terf queen (and the whole I'm trans thing now) I had such a passing interest in potter vacation or staycation -I ain't gone anywhere in YEARS so. . . staycation I guess? ? ? day or night -NIGHT TIME IS THE RIGHT TIME TO BE WITH THE ONE YOU LOVE board games or video games - Board games, the tactile feel and pieces, easy house rules just give you something video games don't books or movies -I *wish* I could read books anymore my brain doesnt wanna focus on them and is spoiled by audiobooks but we'll technically say movies money or love - Love, anyone who knows me knows my stances on money as a thing. plus just. . . ITS LOVE BAYBEE!!!! milkshake or iced coffee - Milkshake, not a coffee person waffles or pancakes -Pancakes, flat fluffy fellas that soak up dat syrup and stack good chocolate or candy -Chocolate, easy beach or pool -Pool given I have one, and who wants to put the sand meme in here laundry or dishes - uhhhh dishes? I guess laundry always takes so long and I dont dirty enough dishes for it to really matter take-out or dine-out -uhhh take out, I havent eaten in a place in ages (assuming thats what you mean by dine out) fantasy or sci-fi - uhhhhh hard one. . . . right *now* Imma say Scifi cause Im more in that sort of realm of things. lays or pringles -Ruffles are technically Lays, and Ruffles *FUCK* but if we're just going on the chips themselves, Pringles for the flavors.

I'll tag @flingpossecule @velsim @kawaiidesuswag @pengwynevere @kalza @jamisunne aaaannnnddddd uhhhh @seeyouguyslater