#night crosser

[canine-witch]

What Mystery Will Be Revealed To You?

As a collective, we may have all had some strange things happen, last year and this year. I recieved word that many are feeling like something is hidden from them, waiting to be revealed. I hope to bring clarity to you all today. Drink some water, pick a pile, and feel free to reject what does not resonate.

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Group One, The Woman

Someone has been very greedy to you, seeker. You may have suffered a loss in a friend group or a social opportunity, that you blame yourself for. The catalyst may have been a large fight, and cheese or spiders may be relevant. In reality, I see a large dragon, resting upon towering piles of pearls. Someone is hoarding either you, or a great opportunity. They have been jealous and attention seeking, and dislike you having the group's attention. I also see a large feast, which rats have started eating. But, the rats are already full, and they cannot eat enough of the feast, to have it matter. You need to turn back to creativity, spend some time alone, and ask your guides for support. Feel free to walk away, you are promised more than you ever asked for, and maybe even a public apology! Blessed be to you!

Group Two, The Cat

You have faced a major setback, and have felt stuck in many areas of your life. Symbols of the moon and skulls may be present. You think that this is the power of a hex, curse, or evil eye, but in reality you have hidden personal power, that you have accidentally turned against yourself. I see a horse, running in circles under the night sky. The horse is powerful and moving quickly, but with no true direction. You need to use your energy now. You have been planning something, the time is now to bring it to fruition. You have only been hindering yourself. Get up, and believe in yourself. Many blessings to you, you will go far in life.

Group Three, The Deer

You have been confused about why you are so tired, but cannot sleep at night. You feel restless and anxious, and you are here seeking the answers why. You haven't been expressing your emotions properly. I am feeling my throat becoming tight, you need to speak your truth. I see a large swamp with many frogs, but one frog refuses to sing with the rest. You may be feeling isolated, making you scared to express yourself. The color green and the images of the planet Saturn or it's energy may be present. Tobacco smells or cigarettes may also be relevant. While your people may not be accepting, your guides and the universe is. You don't have to tell anyone if you feel unsafe or uncomfortable, but in private live your truth. Things will get easier, you will leave the past and this toxic group behind. Express yourself fully, and your exhaustion will dissipate. Blessed be, saying prayers for you. Be safe.

Group Four, The Crows

You have experienced much pain, and you have escaped that situation. But, you find yourself beginning to return to that dark place and it scares you. You are either not hearing, or refusing to listen, to kindness. I see a vision of a fox caught in a trap. There are friendly humans around trying to help, but the fox is biting and snarling at them ferociously, because a human put them in that trap. The only way to escape, is to accept help and kindness. Roses with thorns, racing rivers, and foggy woods may be relevant symbols. You may have heard or seen owls everywhere. It is a symbol of your intelligence and wisdom. You are smarter, wiser, and stronger now. You are ferocious, and able to find double crossers easily. There is nothing to fear, you know if something or someone is good. Smile, accept help, and let go of your pride. Be happy blessed one, your pain is over.

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Thank you for engaging and hearing me seeker. I pray for your success in all things, and that you remain on a beautiful path.

As Above So Below, As I Say, So Mote It Be. Go in Peace.

[wingsofmud]

The Star-Crossers

Doomed lovers my beloved. I want to make their relationship a lot more messy in my rewrite. So I want to make the shitty and good qualities between them a lot more even. I have so much to say about them so, without further ado:

Info + Heights Below:

Prince Arctic

Queen Diamond's only son and the betrothed of Duchess Snowflake, his life has been determined since before he was laid. Of course, the animus abilities were a bit of a surprise, but the possibility had already been accounted for. Such is the life of a drake in the Everfrost Palace. Arctic was prepared to live an uninteresting life as a fixture in Snowflake's household... until he met Foeslayer.

Big, bold, and a bit vulgar, she caught his eye immediately. Like most Icewings, Arctic had never seen a Nightwing before. She was incredible. Like something out of a fairytale. A knight with shining scales. She had so many stories of her home, of places and creatures he'd never seen and never would see. Arctic fell fast and fell hard in the month she was there.

So hard in fact, that on the eve of his 20th hatchday, his wedding, and the night Foeslayer was to return home, he fled to her quarters and professed his love and intention to run away with her. Things escalated very quickly from there. There were dragons chasing them. Someone grabbed him. There was a scuffle but...well... Icewings, upper circle Icewings at least, don't feel the cold. But there was suddenly blue on his scales and he felt its chill. He'd never seen a body before.

They married that same year. Arctic did not expect to be so...alone. A prince has more allies than friends, but at least he was surrounded by dragons like him. He didn't understand the way Nightwings spoke, their differing formalities, their jokes, their gods, their stories, their food, their...anything really. Not to mention their spirit-forsaken sleeping schedule. Sleep deprivation has become a constant in his life, especially after the dragonets were born.

On top of that, Foeslayer was around less and less often as things escalated between the Nightwings and Icewings into full-scale war. Arctic was often left to care for the dragonets on his own while also having to navigate the Nightwing Court by himself, which was a different beast entirely than the Icewing Court. While Prudence is often there, she doesn't exactly have his best interests in mind. He has little authority in the decisions made surrounding his children.

He doesn't quite regret leaving his mother's Queendom, especially after she attempts to assassinate him, but he does wish he'd done things differently.

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Foeslayer

So Foeslayer fell for the elegant little Icewing prince like some sap in a dragonet's romance scroll. Sue her. But, truth be told, Foeslayer had no real intention of marrying Prince Arctic when she first met him. It simply couldn't work. They could have a bit of fun, but she would have to return to her Queendom and he'd be married within Oracle's blink.

Safe to say that having the prince barge into her room the night before his wedding day wanting to elope with her then having to suddenly flee under threat of death for kidnapping a royal thus ruining months of careful negotiations was not exactly on her year's bingo card. It is unclear whether or not Foeslayer would've married Arctic were their situations different. As it were, she could not simply leave him to fend for himself in a foreign land. She loves him, truly, but it would be a lie to say the marriage wasn't at least partially out of obligation.

Yes, perhaps Arctic does have a point that she tends to ignore issues, especially those in the household, but she does not want to return from a bloody, death-ridden battlefield to problems at home as well. She doesn't exactly get to spend much time with her dragonets. And for Imperial's sake, he could stand to lighten up a little. He's not in the court 24/7, he doesn't need to act like it.

While Arctic generally isn't shy making it known when he has an issue with something, Foeslayer tends to keep it all in. She treats personal problems like they'll go away if you ignore them, but of course this only lets them build and fester. Spending days, weeks, or even months at a time on the battlefield does not help. She has... so many feelings about this whole situation, about Arctic, about this war, about her family, but she's unwilling to examine any of them. She's afraid of what she might find if she does.

That isn't to say their relationship is all bad, much of it isn't, but they do seem to be fighting more and more as the children grow.

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Height Comparison:

Foeslayer is very big for a Nightwing. Upper Circle Icewings tend to be taller while Nightwings tend to be larger.

Male and female Nightwings are about the same size while male Icewings tend to be smaller than females.

Foeslayer and Arctic are about 2 years apart in age. Foeslayer is older.

[thorniest-rose]

Mafia boss Eddie who’s interrogating/torturing someone and they’re interrupted by Steve. It should make him less intimidating, but it’s somehow creepier, how quickly Eddie switches to doting on Steve being so sickly sweet and whispering soft things to each other. Steve leaves and all the energy shifts in the room, Eddie sauntering closer to the man reaching behind his back. The man protests and begs, but Eddie tells him that his Stevie just said he misses him and he should just kill the man so they can spend the rest of the night together, and he can’t deny his baby

oh my godddd just thinking now of a situation where Eddie is actually the manic and incredibly cruel and violent henchmen for a mafia boss instead, where he channels all his chaos and sadism into torturing and killing rivals / double-crossers / anyone who pisses off the boss. And he has a special room where he does it, and gets to spend hours doing it and using all his special toys, including knives and guns, and has torture devices he's made himself. And it's all SO much fun for him, seeing these men scream and cry and piss themselves and beg for it to stop, but Eddie never does.

And Eddie's going to town on one of these guys one night, and is about to cut his arm off, when Steve (the mob boss's beautiful son) walks in, all pouty and annoyed that Eddie's taking so long, and he's like, "honey, just kill him already so you can come to bed, I'm so lonely without you," barely even looking at the poor man crumpled in a bloodied heap on the floor. Eddie's immediately doting and sweet, like, "sweetheart I'm gonna be there soon, you know Daddy has to work" and Steve sighs and tucks a long piece of Eddie's hair behind his ear and says, "fine, I'll give you 30 more minutes to play but then you're going to kill him and come upstairs" and Eddie's like, "anything for you, angel baby."

They share the sweetest kiss, but then the man, desperate, tries to grab onto Steve's foot, begs him to intervene, to help, but Steve just shakes him off, cute nose crinkling as he says, "ew" and Eddie's so enraged at him putting his bleeding fingers all over his baby's ankle, he immediately stomps on his hand and breaks all his fingers, not letting up even when the man howls in pain. Eddie then gets a clean cloth and gets on his knees and wipes all the blood away from Steve's skin, bending his head down to place a small kiss there. Steve hums and curls his fingers into Eddie's hair and says, "30 minutes, baby, that's it" then leaves them to it. And Eddie turns back to the man and says, "oh you're gonna pay now for thinking you can put your hands on what's mine."

The man's in pieces by the time Eddie kills him ❤️

[high-priestess-house]

𝕳𝖊𝖐𝖆𝖙𝖊

Hecate, a multifaceted Greek goddess, is associated with magic, witchcraft, the moon, and the night, and is often depicted as a triple-formed deity symbolizing the Maiden, Mother, and Crone. 

Child of Perses and Asteria, she was the only Titan to retain her control under Zeus’ reign. Hecate’s powers transcended the boundaries of the sky, the earth, the seas, and the underworld. Although there are few myths about the goddess Hecate, her tales reveal a lot about her spheres of influence.

During the Roman era, many of her attributes fell in the realm of the underworld. Yet, she also controlled elements that placed her firmly in the light. The goddess possessed extensive powers, which were later assimilated by other deities. Hecate could bestow wealth and blessings on her worshippers, yet she could also withhold these gifts if she were not adequately worshipped.

Hecate’s scope of divine duties was extensive in Ancient Greek religion. She was most notably the goddess of magic, witchcraft, the night, light, ghosts, necromancy, and the moon. Further, she was the goddess and protector of the oikos, and entranceways.

In her form as a triple-goddess, Hecate was strongly associated with the crossroads. She was portrayed as a liminal goddess who can cross from the underworld to the physical world with ease. Her liminality stemmed from her parentage and mythology, where she was able to move between her position as a Titan and a goddess. This liminality is attested to by her epithets and cult titles such as: Enodia (on the way), Trodia (frequenter of the crossroads) and Propylaia (of the gates).

Hekate is essentially a liminal figure. She is a crosser of boundaries and is repeatedly associated with “between” states. Hekate crossed the Titan and Olympian regimes, the realms between the mortal and divine, and the living and the dead. Her liminality is seen in her iconography, many epithets, and places of worship such as borders, crossroads, city walls, and doorways.

Hekate has few myths. The Homeric Hymn to Demeter is perhaps her most well-known literary appearance. In the hymn, Hekate and the sun god Helios heard Persephone’s cries when Hades abducted her. When Hades returned Persephone to her mother Demeter, Hekate embraced her and became Persephone’s attendant. Carrying her twin torches, Hekate guides Persephone in her journey to and from the Underworld. Hekate was an important goddess of the Eleusinian Mysteries. Hekate is said to hold the keys to the gates of the Underworld.

We see Hekate’s association with witchcraft in the famous stories of the enchantresses Circe, who is sometimes said to be Hekate’s daughter, and Medea, who is Circe’s niece and identifies herself as Hekate’s priestess. Both of them demonstrate significant knowledge of herbal and poison magic.

Hekate is repeatedly associated with herbal and poison magic. In Ovid’s telling of the story of Arachne, the goddess Minerva uses “extract of herbs of Hecate” to transform Arachne into a spider.

Plato wrote, “Thessalian women were very skilful in sorcery and poisoning. They stood in close relation to the night-goddess Hekate; hence people ascribed to them the power to draw the moon from the heavens.”

Given Hekate’s chthonic power and her role as a leader of the restless dead, her magic includes necromancy. Attitudes about witchcraft and necromancy were conflicting, but the ancient Greeks and Romans sought knowledge from the dead and called on them for assistance. They slept on tombs, wore the deceased’s clothes, addressed curse tablets to ghosts, created effigies, and attempted to reanimate corpses.

Accounts of necromancy in Greek myths appear in the stories of Circe and Medea, in the witchcraft of Horace’s anti-muse Canidia, those of the Thessalian witch, Erichto, and others. The association of Hekate with witchcraft and necromancy continued for centuries and remains with us today.

Hekate. Her name awakens the soul of a witch. This unfoldment occurs as we learn to listen to the voice of the goddess. Hekate is a complex goddess with a long history. She is the Goddess of Witchcraft, a guide along the path, and the universal Keeper of the Keys. There is much to learn about Hekate from the written records, but for a witch to truly know Hekate, we need to experience her. This is our awakening to what has always been within us. She is Psychopomp, The Guide who leads us back to our soul. And she is a face of The Great Mother, creatrix and destroyer of all.

Unlike other goddesses, Hecate is a goddess that dwells on the very edges of reality. She might be dubbed the goddess of witchcraft, but she holds dominion over the more critical aspects of life. One that questions the morality of evil.

The three bodies of Hecate all sum up the surreal form that gives the goddess of magic her charm. She acts as the veil between bad and good, enchantment and sorcery, evil and lawful.

[respectthepetty]

In defense of a line crosser

In episode six of Hidden Agenda, Joke crossed several lines. Kot told him he was being too demanding, Wave told him he was being rude, and Zo told him he was being aggressive.

But in Joke's defense, Joke isn't merely crossing lines; he is trying to break through the barriers Zo continues to enclose himself in.

Because although Zo will toe the line, he never fully crosses it, so Joke has to get inside somehow, so he can be with Zo.

For example, when Zo is witnessing the couple walking in the rain, he clearly has his walls up with a hard barrier between him and love.

Yet when Joke shows up as Zo is trying to leave without him, Joke has to enter Zo's space in order to be inside with Zo. Even when Joke provides shelter and safety, Zo is reluctant.

Even with his friends, Zo never fully puts down his defenses.

Unlike Nita's situation where the barriers and boundaries are absolutely necessary,

Zo is constantly on the edge of his own barriers, only to back off without warning,

Which requires Joke to close the distance.

And most of the time, Zo, who cozies up to the line, makes little fuss when Joke crosses it.

Yet when Joke crosses the line between the two colored panels later in front of others,

Zo exits the space quickly leaving Joke to figure out why his behavior was acceptable before but not now.

And this is the core of Joke's line crossing - the lines keep moving according to Zo's feelings.

Zo even tells Joke something to this effect when he lectures Joke about his behavior, in front of others.

Because Zo tells Joke that he needs to respect boundaries, but it's difficult to do so when Zo isn't clear about those boundaries.

When Zo is upset, the barriers emerge

but the moment Joke concedes, they are in Zo's barriers together.

If Zo initiates an action, the camera doesn't stay still.

It pans between the two, so no definite barriers exist.

But the moment Joke asks Zo to stay and to clarify his feelings for Joke, the camera stops moving, and the barriers become clear.

So, once again, Joke has to be the one to cross them in order to get some sense of resolution from Zo before Zo exits the space.

And this is a huge problem.

Zo will kiss Joke, then avoid him. Zo will say he is fine, but run away in the middle of the night. Zo will tell Joke to be himself, but not in front of others. Zo will get close to the line, but won't commit to crossing it. Joke has to interpret everything Zo does.

Because history has proven that Zo's boundaries can be moved with a little nudge.

Joke didn't win enough games to achieve the prize of Zo opening his heart to him, yet in the end, Zo wore the "Game Over Lover" shirt to bed indicating Zo was trying on the idea of it.

So even though the boys are sticking to their respective color-coded drinks,

It seems like next week Joke will push his way past Zo's defenses once again

allowing Zo to finally cross a line or two.

Because if Zo keeps putting barriers between himself and the outside world, while Joke keeps crossing all the lines, someone is going to end up hurt.

[dyns33]

On the road

So it's weird and nobody will read I think, but after playing Road 96 I needed to write something about Jarod. I love Jarod.

It's not really romantic, just two people caring for each others, Y/N being an adult still.

The taxi driver looked at her strangely as soon as she was seated with her friends.

One could have thought he was a pervert, but Y/N found it strange that he was staring at her, when she didn't consider herself the most beautiful in their group. Maybe she had done something, or he didn't like her face.

This made the others laugh, who had also noticed his strange behavior.

They were probably the few people to travel the roads of Petria without being crossers. Only young adults who wanted to take a vacation and had decided to take a hitchhiking trip during the summer.

There wasn't much interesting to see in the country, but the journey was more important than the destination, allowing for encounters as good as bad.

It had been two days since any car stopped, so they had called the Happy Taxi company.

Y/N wondered if the driver would be a good or bad encounter.

"Lola…" he mumbled, gripping the steering wheel, his gaze still on her.

"Excuse me, sir ?"

"… No, nothing. Where do you want me to drop you off ?"

Good question. With her friends, they quickly looked at their map and chose a motel an hour away, where they could spend the night. If they were unlucky with cars the next day, there would be the possibility of taking the bus.

The beginning of the journey was quite silent.

The driver, Jarod Thompson according to the plate she could see, was listening to classical music. He had stopped looking at her as soon as he had started, now focused on the road, and making absolutely no attempt to make conversation with his passengers.

Y/N didn't talk too much either, preferring to watch the landscape go by. For a few moments, she even fell asleep, her head against the window, exhausted by the journey she had made on foot.

Her friends' laughter woke her up, and the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes were the dinosaur magazines. There were loads of them, plus little figurines scattered around the car. The cabbie must have been a fan.

As soon as she picked one up to read, his attention was back on her.

"You like dinosaurs ?" he asked in his slow voice.

"Oh. Yeah, I guess. I had my period when I was younger, I would beg my parents to buy me all the books on the subject, and we even went to a park where there were huge plastic ones."

"Dinopark."

"Yeah ! It was great ! I wanted to ride on their backs like horses. My mother said it was not the same at all, and yet some were herbivores. My favorite was the diplodocus, even though I kept calling it 'dipo'."

"Ah ! Dipo ! Ah !"

Jarod's laugh was even scarier than his drawling voice, and yet Y/N couldn't help but smile unlike her friends, because she felt like it had been a long time since he had laughed like that.

It was a little sad if what she had just said was the funniest thing he had heard in a long time.

"I really like dipos myself. And stegosauruses."

"I like T-rexes personally."

Clearly, the cabbie didn't want to talk to more than one person, glaring at her friend as if she had just insulted him.

"That's not very original." Y/N said to try to lighten the mood, without much success.

"Hmm."

Silence returned to the taxi, until they arrived at the motel. There, Jarod mumbled a 'goodbye', counting their money, giving back the change and leaving at full speed.

Her friends started laughing again when they saw that he had miscounted, giving back way too much. Almost a third of the price. Or maybe he had offered the ride to one of them.

"I wonder which one."

"Stop it. It was nice of you to give us a discount."

"Yeah yeah, your great friend 'Dipo' is cool. Maybe we can each get a room with these savings."

If they wanted to have enough to finish their trip, it was not possible to take more than two rooms.

Inseparable like sisters, her friends took the largest room with the big bed, and Y/N found herself alone in the small room at the end of the building.

It was quite nice to be alone, able to take a hot shower and enjoy a real bed. Sleeping under the stars had a charming side, but Y/N didn't spit on modern comforts.

Her moment of peace was interrupted when someone knocked on the door. Cautiously, she left the chain to open, discovering a young man, obviously a crosser, who asked her if she needed anything as if he worked here.

With a slightly forced smile, she thanked him by saying that everything was fine, reassured to see that he didn't insist.

She could have thought back to this exchange when she wanted a soda and a cereal bar about two hour later. But there was no reason for him to still be there, and the machine was only a few meters from her room, there was no risk.

The knife in his hand didn't match his speech, that Y/N shouldn't be afraid, he wasn't going to hurt her, approaching her after cornering her in the dead end.

If she screamed, maybe the manager or a customer would come help her. But if they were too slow, if they didn't react, then things could get dirty.

"Please… I can give you money, but let me go…"

"It's okay." he repeated, and in his eyes she could see that he had a problem, that he must not understand the gravity of the situation. "I just want to talk to you."

"The young lady politely asked you to leave her."

Y/N and her attacker jumped as they turned to Jarod.

No one had noticed until he spoke in his slow voice. Very calm, he stood by the crosser, not caring at all about his knife. When the man stammered, still affirming that everything was fine, the cabbie took out a revolver, which he pointed at his head.

"Go away. Now !" he shouted, suddenly becoming very aggressive.

"Wait ! No, please !"

"Go ! I'm only leaving you so I don't splash her with your brain ! Go !"

Even though he had more or less promised not to kill him, Jarod's gun followed the crosser until he had disappeared into the night, along the road. Bad idea, because he could quickly be caught by a taxi.

Putting his gun away, he first took a deep breath, before looking at Y/N.

"Are you okay ?"

"Yes… Thank you."

"It's nothing. I… I'm glad you're okay. I wouldn't have wanted anything to happen again."

"Again ?"

"… You remind me of my daughter."

During the ride to the motel, in addition to the plants and the plastic dinosaurs, Y/N had noticed the photo of a young girl. There might have been a resemblance, in the eyes or the smile maybe, but you couldn't say that they were twins, far from it.

Without knowing why, she felt that it was a sensitive subject, something painful. So she swallowed her questions, not asking where she was, what her name was, what had happened to her. Lola, probably. Lola, who would forever be sixteen.

"She liked dinosaurs too." was the only thing she said with a sad smile.

Jarod stared at her, his mouth forming a big line as his eyes became moist. He simply nodded.

Without saying anything, they returned to the room, where he stayed outside. He only wanted to make sure that nothing would happen to her until she was back in safety.

"You'll have to… You'll have to be careful on the road. Don't hesitate to call Happy Taxis if necessary. I… Here's a lucky charm."

Y/N couldn't help but smile when she saw the little green diplodocus he offered her. She took it delicately like a treasure, admiring it before thanking Jarod.

He grunted in response, wishing her a good night before returning to his cab.

Soon it would be the end of summer, with the September elections, which were likely to be violent. Y/N would go home avoiding other problems, knowing that if one day she needed a ride, she would know who to call.

[headstoned]

Hey could you write a dick knubbler x reader smut please! There are none but I totally understand if you arnt comfortable doing it! 🫶

A/N: Omg Dick Knubbler more like Dick Nibbler. you asked so kindly the least I could do is try. (I put my fic on pause for this.) Also this is probably so fucking shit I'm so sorry, Dick is such an amazing character I love that he works with Murderface so closely,, but there's not shit about him anywhere 💔.

Smut warning, no title.

Dick, he was eccentric. He loved Dethklok, and it sometimes disturbed you how worked he'd get about being their producer. He'd talk about it more than anything else. You felt as if he only called you to ramble on about his job while you had a shitty gas station job and had to deal with senseless rednecks every other minute. You barely got the time to talk about you. But, props to Dick, whenever you did get the chance, he was all ears and caring. You haven't seen him in the longest time as Dethklok was taking centuries to produce an album. Their manager sent them on vacation for a break, which also gave Dick a break. You got a random call at the beginning of the week, warning you of his later visit at your "humble abode" and now you were waiting like a dog at your door.

Well, it wasn't like you guys were any more than friends... You were only flirty with each other, but that came naturally for Dick. Sometimes, though, you would catch yourself melting after hearing the pet-name "babe" roll off his tongue midsentence. And maybe you'd think about it that night and your hands would wander...

KNOCK KNOCK... KOCK

You jumped violently at the sudden burst of sound and a shock of excitement washed over you. He's here! You couldn't jerk the door open faster. "Hi!" You said with a big smile. "Hey there, babe." He laughed. You noticed his mechanical eyes looking you up and down, a single rose in his hand. You looked confusedly at it and it came closer. "A little something for you from the Mordhous garden!" He grinned goofily and held it out to you closer. You took it in silence and let him in. You stared at its lovely redness as the door shut behind him. A rose? For me?

It wasn't rare for him to do these types of things. He'd take you to fancy restaurants and buy you expensive chocolate and forcibly take you on shopping sprees to "get rid of some money" as if he had too much. But a rose? That was the line crosser. He only gave roses to his dates...

You glanced back at him removing his suit jacket and his shoes and cleared your throat.

"It's nice to see you again during this shit week."

"Shit week?" He repeated, turning to face you. An eyebrow raised. You scoffed. "Yeah. And the worst day was this one. I had crackheads yelling at me."

"I don't know why you keep turning down being my assistant, you know we'd see each other everyday!" He shrugged and hung his jacket up. You rolled your eyes. "I don't. Charles does." You sighed. "Oh yeah..." He looked around for a second. "You've changed the place." He stated. You have. That's how long he's been gone. Long enough for you to rearrange shit. "Yeah."

He sighed dramatically. "Let me see the bedroom." He put his hand out. You giggled and took it, leading him to your bedroom. In there, only your bed had moved, but it didn't matter as that's where you two would hang out anyway.

As soon as you closed the door it was like the air changed. His gentle hold on your hand roughened and you were being pushed against the door.

"I've been thinking about you recently. I could really, uh, make you feel good if you'd like, baby. It could really help you relieve some stress."

Your brain fogged. He really must be sex deprived. But you agreed anyway. This wasn't like his silly sex innuendos. This was blunt.

"I've been thinking about you, too, recently."

Your mind swarmed with bee-like thoughts. What was going on? Was this really happening?

... no.

Yes. It was.

Recently. Yeah let's go with that.

You gave him a shy smile and a smirk appeared on his face. He leaned in closer and brushed his lips against your neck. "Y'see, I've been looking for a... serious relationship." He said against your skin and your knees almost gave out. A shakey breath escaped your lips, desperate for attention. "And I think I'm finally looking in the right spot."

He picked you up and you wrapped yor legs around his waist, holding onto his shoulders. A slight blush on your face. And a soft smile. "I didn't come over here for a cute little visit, by the way." He sat you down on the bed, the lights within his artificial eyes turning from green to red. You looked up at him, elbows propping you up. This was all really happening. It was like some goofy smut book.

"Oh yeah?" You asked playfully as he unbuttoned his shirt. Finally, you've accepted this feverdream of a night as reality. "I've came to make you mine."

°•♡

It was like that. Your fingers were caught in his blonde locks and your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Your lips danced against each other lovingly. "Oh God..." You gasped as he slipped into you with a leisurely pace. His head fell into the crook of your neck, his breathing whimperish. After kissing him for so long you could safely guess he had a few things to drink before coming over here. You addressed it, but he shook it off saying it was for his confidence.

God, you hoped so.

His cock slipped in and out of you slowly and painfully. Your moans were only sighs and heavy breaths as you ran your hands up and down his back. "You feel so good..." He finally gave in and quickened his pace, ending your slow torture. But it was short lived when you wanted it even faster and he completely pulled out.

"Turn over, babe..." He panted, holding himself in his hand as he sat back. You did as he said, as fast as you could. Your ass was stuck up for him and your face buried in the pillows to hide your heavy pants. You felt him caress your ass and run his rip along your slit. "Dick, please..." You begged, pushing back against him in vain. "That begging, shit, (y/n)." He sighed, but still continued to tease you. "Oh fuck, I need you so bad, please!" You would do anything at this point to feel him inside you again, and he got it.

He pushed into you once again, but this time it was fast and hard. You gripped onto the sheets as he repeated this action over and over again, each time harder than the first. You heard his grunts and moans from behind you and a knot tightened in your stomach. Already? You thought, but any other thought was pushed away by your sudden orgasm. You bit down on the pillow, walls clenching his cock as he sloppily pounded into you. You bathed in the post-release nirvana as you rode out your high.

His hands were gripped tightly onto your hips, surely leaving bruises, but you didn't care. You legs trembled, but he still used you until he came all over your back. There was a moment of just breathing between the two of you. And then you breathed out, "I think I love you."

It was whiney and desperate sounding. But he was only focused on your sweet body, his cum coating it.

"I know I love you."

[hoshipills]

Double-crosser- Part 2

To the beginning

" I wish we never met."

Pairing: Mafialeader!mingyu x Fem!reader

Warnings: Mentions of sex but no smut, weapons, deaths, mentions of food, let me know if more.

Genre: mafia, angst, tiny bit of fluff.

Word count: 2.1k

Synopsis:The sudden news of information leak of a secret mission leaves all the members of mafia perplexed. They closed their eyes and the next second, their leader was arrested. Someone betrayed and the taste of betrayal wasn't sweet.

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" Done. What do we do now?" Minghao's voice from the other side of the phone was clear.

" Kill him."

Mingyu said through the phone before ending the call. He walked down the Ally, his face covered with a mask and a cap. His eyes looked at the night sky.

Today wasn't the day with the bright moon and stars, it was pitch dark.

He slowed down his pace as he heard some other footsteps. He kept his hand on the gun in his pocket before turning around.

His figure soon collided with someone. The someone fell on the floor. His grip on the gun tightened. He was about to pull it out but stopped as he saw who the person was.

It was a girl.

And there was a man behind, following her.

The guy stopped on his tracks as he saw Mingyu. His eyes switched between the girl on the floor and Mingyu few times. The girl opened her eyes and got up.

She hid behind Mingyu, holding his shirt. The guy walked two steps backward before running away, disappearing into the dark.

" He's gone.", Mingyu said.

He turned toward her but she moved a little away from him. Mingyu frowned, doubting why she did that.

Then he got it. People are obviously going to be afraid if they see a stranger who is dressed in all black.

" I'm no harm." , He said only to realize he sounded more serious than he intended.

The girl looked to see the guy following her was gone. She averted her gaze towards the buff man infront of her and bowed a little.

" Thank you. ", She said quietly. " I have to go. ", She tried to force a smile but failed immediately.

" You'll go alone after this?", He questioned. She nodded her head. " I have no option."

" Should I walk you home?", He asked. Her eyebrows knitted together as she spoke, " Why should I trust you?"

" If I were to do anything, I would've done it by now.", he said.

She turned her body away from him and started walking.

" Fine." , She said through her steps as Mingyu started to jog a little to catch up with her.

" Why were you walking alone at this time?", Mingyu asked her. " I didn't eat anything from the morning, so I wanted to get something to eat but I guess not anymore.", She said , her voice had a tint of sadness. Mingyu hand twitched. He had a sudden urge to get her something.

His eyes caught hold of the convience store in a distance. " We'll go get it. ", He didn't even wait for her reply as held her hand, jogging towards the store. He stopped in front of the store.

" Get something, I'll wait outside.", He said and folded his hands, flexing his biceps. She stole a glance of his biceps before nodding her head and going inside.

He patiently waited for her as she went in and got a triangular tuna kimbap and a strawberry sandwich.

" That's enough?" , He seemed confused, " I thought you said you didn't eat anything the whole day."

" This is more than enough.", She said and started walking. Mingyu walked beside her, making sure to keep a safe distance between them.

The whole walk was quiet, not that Mingyu or her minded, rather it was peaceful.

"You can go. ", She suddenly said as she stopped her walk. " I can accompany you to your house though." , He said. " No, it's completely fine. The roads from here aren't isolated. ", She said.

"but-"

"I stand by my words." , She said as he nodded, giving up. " Thank you." She smiled then, genuinely.

Mingyu stood there till he saw her go into the streets and walked away.

--

Mingyu entered the convience store and looked around, trying to find the ice cream section. There he saw it. He made his way towards it but was suprised to see the same girl from the day before. " What are you doing here ?". He asked with a frown. He was suspicious of her.

Meeting the same girl for two days could be a coincidence or a planned encounter.

She looked at him, " I'm sorry, who are you?", She questioned. " The guy from yesterday. Don't act like you don't recognise me."

" I don't? Yesterday, you were wearing a mask, now you are not.", She said, not even looking at him. Mingyu lifted his head. That makes sense.

He suddenly smiled. He gazed at the ice cream she was looking at. Her eyes wandered all over the freezer. She seemed to have a hard time deciding what to get. Mingyu picked two ice creams and went away.

He came back after a while and gave her one of the ice cream. " I paid for it." she hesitated but took it after some time.

" I'm Kim Mingyu."

" I'm L/n Y/n. ", She said with a soft smile.

" I think I heard your name somewhere.", There was pause. Y/n opened her ice cream and began to eat it.

" Oh, In the news! Kim Mingyu, like the mafia leader.", She said with a chuckle.

" I'm the mafia leader."

Her ears perked up. She widened her eyes. " It's not something to joke about." , She tried to play it off.

" I'm not joking." , He said casually.

Y/n puzzled on her feet and tried to avoid his gaze.

She made a poor attempt to escape but Mingyu held her wrist to stop her.

" I'm really no harm.", He said.

" Very believable.", She said sarcastically before turning to him.

" Leave my hand. "

" if I do , you'll leave."

Y/n sighed , trying her best to not look annoyed. " That's the point, how can I be near you after knowing that...", She shushed her voice, " you are a mafia leader."

Mingyu left her hand. She made her way out as soon as possible.

--

Mingyu entered the godown. " I asked you to check about Y/n, did you?", He asked chan, who was busy sorting the documents.

He hummed before pointing towards the file near the table. Mingyu got hold of it and opened it.

" She is a orphan, so there isn't much information updated on her. She grew up in Jeonji orphanage and worked hard to be a employee in Hyunsuk group of companies."

Chan said while his eyes still on the documents and hands rummaging through them. Mingyu sat on the chair.

"Still be careful, Hyung. She could be anyone.", Mingyu hummed and thanked him for the information.

--

Mingyu made his way to the convience store, hoping to see Y/n. He guessed she would be here, around the same time from yesterday. He was absolutely right. He spotted her across the Ramen section. "Hey there.", He said, waving his hand. Y/n caught the sight of him and made her eyes as big as plates.

She took out the shin ramen and went to pay for it. Mingyu followed her.He saw her get it and sit on the table nearby. He sat in front of her. Y/n sighed as she began to microwave the Ramen after filling it with water. " Do you usually go around telling people that you are a mafia?"

--

Mingyu shifted his position on the floor, getting a little uncomfortable with the memories. He shouldn't have trusted her. He regrets it.

Everything must have been planned then. Their first meeting to their dates. All the love he thought he saw in her eyes was fake. He scoffed.

She would have thrived well in the acting industry if she didn't choose to become a agent.

He believed her, completely.

His heart felt a sting when he thought about the past.

The eyes she used to give him, the smile she used to flash him, every fucking thing seemed too real to be fake.

His head was again consumed with the memories.

The way he opened his eyes to look at her after they slept together for the first time. The first thing she said was, " I am still tired."

He got up to make some coffee and gave it to her while she was still on bed. " I am good at coffee, this is my best one yet." She drank it and laughed, " Mingyu, your best coffee doesn't have sugar." He rushed to get some sugar and add it immediately.

" Here you go.", He handed her the cup again. She drank it and flashed him a smile, that was a little different. The smile felt so genuine, so comforting, that he wanted to see it forever.

The day they went to meet all his members, about 2 months before Y/n showed her true colours, the members were sure she was the one for him.

They told her stories about him dreaming about her in his office when he was supposed to take care of the crimes done. The members and Y/n got along too well.

Mingyu wondered for a moment, how she managed to manipulate 13 members to believe she was not a threat.

Could be the wide smile she wore everytime or could be the kind nature she had. Or could be that they all were dumb.

Though, Mingyu couldn't understand how she got to know information when he never mingle work or mafia in their relationship, especially about the recent mission she ruined. He wasn't even aware that she often looked into his work and got herself updated about it.

She was so good at it. He couldn't help but admit that she was a good agent. One reason he didn't expect his girlfriend to be a spy is because he didn't think ICS would go to the extent of getting involved in his love life to destroy him.

Honestly speaking, the missions they ruined weren't a big of a deal for them. Maybe, the recent one was. But if they weren't arrested, they could've found a different way to make it up to it.

The big deal was the betrayal. Everyone were aware of it. Probably even Y/n was.

It amazed Mingyu how love could change into hatred in few seconds. Until a day before, he would've done anything for her. Now, he would do anything to point a gun towards and kill her with his own hands.

He wanted to persuade himself that it was her fault for being so good at pretending that he imagined a whole damn life with her.

But he couldn't. He just can't.

All he could do was make up scenarios, that would've possibly happened. What would've happened if he didn't meet her?

Maybe things would have been better if he didn't trust her. He should have just never went to the convience store again to see her. He should have stayed in the godown, deciding to forget about her. If that really happened, Him and his members would've been on the spot, dealing with the mission they planned. Ninty nine percent it would've been successful and they would've held a party cause of the achievement.

None of them happened. And the reason? Him. Thats what he believed.

The more he got lost in his thoughts, the worse he felt. On top of all this, one feeling lingered in his heart, it's been killing him since the moment he stepped in the black room prison.

He let his father down.

He still remembers the time he overheard a meeting of his father's. The one he wished he never eavesdropped. The one where his father announced that Mingyu would take after him sooner or later.

Everyone in the room opposed, stating that Mingyu wasn't the right fit. They said he was too fragile and easily trusted people. However his father was too reluctant and convinced everyone that Mingyu shall take after him.

He was about 15 then, too young to involve in this dipshit. To be fair, moments before the meeting was the first time Mingyu got to know about this gang his father led.

His father did a good job hiding this away from his beloved son when he was young.

His father never told Mingyu but he had high expectations on Mingyu. He didn't tell Mingyu because he didn't want to pressure him. But Mingyu just kind of sensed it. That his father wanted to see him doing the best he can.

So he tried.

That was the reason Mingyu was serious in his job everytime.

Growing up, he developed a pressure by himself, that he has to be better than anyone. Just so he could prove that he was indeed the right choice.

Possibly the reason why he fell for Y/n. She took off the pressure he had. He didn't want to be perfect when he saw her. He didn't want to be the leader. He wanted to be him. He wanted to be Mingyu.

He shook his head. You should stop thinking about it. He told himself.

You should stop thinking about her.

He told himself, yet he found himself thinking about it.

Maybe the past members were right, he shouldn't have become the leader.

Taglist:@calssunflower

[iridescentinkangel]

StH: Minthe the Rabbit

Did I make her last year & never posted her? Yes. Because I didn't wanna post a character reff without giving you all her bio. But, I started not caring about that on my DA & posted her either way. I did do her bio just a couple days ago anyway. But I will try to show more on here as far as character refs.

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Minthe the Rabbit Age: 23 Gender: Female DOB: Dec. 4th Species: Rabbit Occupation: Artist, Volunteers & helps others from time to time

Personality:

Sweet, kind, creative, forgiving, sympathetic, hardworking, courageous, generous, mindful, fun loving, & helpful.

Likes: 

Cute plushies, ice cream(mint chip is her fav), baking, art, crafting, fantasy stories, video games, rock/metal music, snowy days, beach trips, visual novels, & gardening. Dislikes:

Liars, manipulators, double crossers, rude/entitled people, spiders, thunder storms, walking at night. Hobbies/Talents: Baking, cooking, crafting, painting, drawing, gaming, yoga, wood work, basic repair skills, hand to hand combat, gardening. 

Facts & Bio:

Eldest daughter of Vanilla & Miso(Vanilla’s late husband).

Older sister of Cream.

Chocola is her chao buddy.

Lives in a small home on the outskirts of a small town all located in Green Hill Zone.

Joined the resistance when Sonic disappeared. She wanted to protect her family like her father once did when she was a child. Her mother was against it at first, but knew she couldn’t keep her daughter from doing what she thought was right. 

Minthe knew this was gonna be hard for her mom, since they lost her father during a botched mission when his old team was still operational. Since that happened, they’ve disbanded. But she reassured her mother that she wouldn’t let herself end up like that. Promising to stay safe during her time there. 

Months after defeating Eggman during their final battle at his old base, she comes back to it to look for scrap to use & things to possibly sell. Any parts that could be used to fix household appliances & such. That’s when she came upon a rather surprising sight. Infinite! He was out cold. Laying up against some rubble & looking rather banged up from her last encounter with him. She had thought he perished after the Phantom Ruby was destroyed. But here he was. Somehow still alive after this long. She considered leaving him there, but she just didn’t have the heart to do that. So, she brought him back to her home. 

She had laid him on her couch at the time. Looking in her bathroom cabinet for the first aid kit she had around. When she heard some commotion in her living room. When she got back in, he was awake, & rather shocked by the new environment he was somehow in. As she approached him, he looked surprised to see her. Thought she captured him. But she explained to him what happened in the final fight. At first he didn’t believe her. But when he looked over at a mirror she had hanging up, he saw how he looked. She truly wasn’t lying. But what surprised him more, was that she was patching him up. Being careful not to cause him any pain. He wasn’t used to this kind nature from her. For him…..it felt nice.

With nowhere else to go, Infinite became her new roommate. 

Minthe does a lot of volunteering & favors for others around Sunflower Cove(towns name she lives near). That & her crafts is how she keeps a steady income going.

Cream & Cheese often come over to visit. Even spending the night.

Whenever her mother needs help around her place, Minthe will come over & offer her service. It’s normal for her to fix appliances & such for her mother.

Cream will normally go to Minthe when she wants to hear stories about their dad. Sense he passed before she was born, she relies on Minthe to give her an idea of what kind of a person was like.

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[reading-writing-revolution]

Consider that Florida’s Republican-controlled House of Representatives has voted to allow 16- and 17-year-olds to work eight-hour days during the school year. Or that the Republican governor of Arkansas has signed a bill that relieves the state of having to certify that teenage workers aged 14 and 15 may work. Or that Ohio’s Republican-controlled legislature may soon pass a law allowing 14- and 15-year-olds to work as late as 9 p.m. on school nights. Or that Republican legislators in Wisconsin are pushing to allow 14-to-17-year-olds to serve alcohol in bars and restaurants. Consider also that all of these changes are written with teenage migrants very much in mind: Almost 40 percent of recent border-crossers have been under 18, a fivefold increase since the late aughts.

The GOP’s True Priority - The Atlantic

These laws aren't there so your children, white children, can work. It’s so they can employ all these brown kids in shitty jobs that will never get them anywhere.

[synfiction]

Draw the Squad with my Warhammer OCs~

Quoth, the Raven Guard Raptor on the mic. *cawing and mocking laughter*

Darkis, Umbramancer of the Raven Guard in jail for simping over the Astartes too hard. *sniffling*

Arkalisk, the Night Lord Chaplain, losing his shit cause his bad elf lost to the damn cricket. *screeching in silence*

Besnunyrr (Bes), Drukhari Kabalite, lamenting at her loss, wondering how it happened. *sobbing*

Click, Noise Marine cricket, celebrating and teasing the poor elf. *loud, yet pleasent cricket noises*

Equinox, traitor Raven Guard, wondering why the feth he's even entertaining this. *disgrunted grumbling*

Syklan, Alpha Legion double crosser, praying for all these idiots and hoping he and the angry raven can leave. *debating on yeeting himself out the airlock*

[the-trash-eating-llama]

Dear diary,

It’s me, David, and I think it’s about time I told you a story.

Two lands, divided by one river.

The land of the east was prosperous, ruled by farmers who each owned land, tending their plots and helping neighbours during the colder months. But the lands didn’t care for these farmers, as every nine years a beast of bone and cloth would reign havoc across each acre of the east. It would tear open their houses, steal their food and uproot their farms, leaving the lands just as barren as they were before the farmers arrived.

So, they would rebuild, they would replant their futures, they would enjoy their harvests, and be harvested themselves by the malevolent force they couldn’t stop.

It was a simple life in the east, but a degrading one for those who could not bear the suffering of never seeing a full decade of harvest. And for those people, they could only find refuge from their dread by leaving their families, their belongings, and their lives to cross the river.

By all accounts, the river was not more than six feet wide, flowing gently down the side of the ground. Too wide to jump safely, but unassuming in nature.

That was where the accounts diverged.

Some would claim that a troll had built a bridge, but wouldn’t let you cross if it found you smelly. Some sighted a massive cloud that hung over the water at all times, waiting to strike any poor soul who dared cross it. Others told stories of seeing a creature made purely of rock climbing out of the river and attacking would-be crossers if they dared look at the golem.

So now, diary, what if I told you that I’m from that land?

It may strike you as odd, having only seen the prosperous avenues of concrete that dominate the skies of the west, but it’s true.

I crossed the river.

By the time I had grown up, I had become tired of feasting on fields of what could have been, so I left.

I wrote a note telling my family I was done, and left in the night, which in hindsight was my smartest move that day, because it took until day to reach the river alone.

Having no supplies and only the clothes on my back was, I admit, not my best choice, but if I hadn’t been so irrational, I may have missed my fate.

“Hey, lass, what are you doin’ so close to ðe river at ðis time of night?” A voice rang out in the cold silence of the morning.

I whirled around, and there she was. If this was the troll or golem, whomever described her as such was not more than the vilest slanderer.

No, the voice came from a woman, average height, stocky, flowing dark brown hair, and the skin of a setting sun. Her clothes were not much different from mine, overalls, a grey shirt, the only difference really was that she wasn’t wearing shoes.

It was the woman of the river, she was jogging straight towards me.

“Pardon me,” I said, blown away by her beauty. “Do you know how to cross the river?”

She looked at me with a haggard grin, like she was hoping I’d say something different.

“I suppose I would, why? You lookin’ to cross?” She shouted, slowly closing the distance, until we were only five feet apart.

“Yes! Could you show me how?” I asked. It was time, it was finally time! I would be across, and a whole world would be open to me!

“What for?”

That took me by surprise.

“What? Why wouldn’t I? The lands of the east are raided every decade! We can never truly grow! Back there, everyday has been prechewed by those before I was born. I’m tired of living a recycled life!” I yelled, at the edge of madness.

How could she not see it? My pain, my shortcomings, all of it was because of those lands and that damned beast!

“And what of your passions?” She asked, simply.

“What of them? I like to write, but there is nothing to write about when your experiences have already been perfectly articulated by those before you. And my garden? No different than the fifteen acres of people who live the exact same life. I’ve had enough, I want passage.”

“So, you wish to leave your lands of safety… for some fresh air?” She asked, half amused, and half understanding. All it came across as was belittling.

“You wouldn’t understand!” I shouted in desperation.

“Wouldn’t I? I have travelled this river my entire existence, walking, running, sprinting, crawling. This river never ends, you can trust me. I have only ever travelled in this direction, constantly chasing the idea of a bridge across, and what do I get? Thirty of your people each day asking the same inane question!” She shouted, then sitting down to sulk. Whether her cry was to me or not was left unclear, but I didn’t care.

“I could take you with me.”

She jumped up, surprised by my assertion.

“You…I… no one has ever offered.” She mumbled, staring at me like I would disappear if she blinked, like she’d wake up from a dream.

“Would you want me to?” I asked softly, holding out my hand.

“I…I…” She stuttered, trying to understand the prospect.

I kept eye contact, “You don’t have to, but I think a change of pace is what we both want.”

She slowly reached out, then grabbed my hand, like a scared animal. Her skin was soft, like silk, not made to endure. She needed to cross just as much as I did, but our worlds couldn’t be more different.

Both our worlds melted away, they were nothing more than spent breath to us now, as we both looked on, hand in hand, and ran, jumped, and landed.

Wherever we landed, we were to land together, and we did.

So, diary, how’d you like my story?

My children still don’t believe it, they think that the land of the east isn’t any more real than fairies and dragons.

Strange how the past can distort itself in the minds of its children, I hope mine still got the message.

But every journal must end, as you know very well, diary, for this is your last page.

We have known each other for long enough, but your pages still hold enough memories to fill a library.

I hope I’m as helpful as you were to me.

Good night, diary.

Sincerely,

David.

[fear-is-truth]

(part three of ENEMIES TO LOVERS. —— jackie x f!reader) The first time she really made you laugh, you felt like a double-crosser to your very sense of reason. It was during yet another of those late-night voice chats. You were, as always, dissecting the latest disaster that was her fanfiction (and you used the term rather generously). She had just introduced a character--a "vampire-werewolf hybrid, who was also a time traveler, though with a secret, tragic backstory involving his rejection from Hogwarts, for reasons that would never quite make sense." You had spent the last twenty minutes slandering her, but she seemed utterly unruffled. In fact, she seemed rather amused by your revulsion. "Look, if you hate it so much, just admit you're jealous of my originality," she said. "You can't even imagine writing something this daring." "Oh, I imagine it all the time," you said. "I just choose not to wreck the literary world with it." She laughed, but this time it was not the harsh, mocking laugh of before. It was . . . sincere. Melodic, almost tender. "You're really something, Y/N. A masochist with standards. I respect that." That was the moment. At the time, you were unaware of it, but it was. The first clue that you had already sunk too deep. — 💋ྀིྀ

i love this omg.

[silluuuu]

HOWMSDT am I meant to choose a question for the ask game when I want to know your answers to all of them?? 😂

I’ll stick to asking three though, hmm.. 1, 18, and 29? If you're willing to answer that many heh

(Ps, if you somehow noticed my lack of comment on the most recent chapter of oftr– I’m not sure if you even care but either way, don’t you DARE think I dropped the story or didn’t like it enough to comment lol. I’m just slow and wanna make sure I’m able to give it the time and attention it so rightfully deserves 😤❤️)

hi jay!!!! thank you so much! yes three is like, the perfect number of questions for these imo!!

1. Compliment your writing! nooo the scariest question, lmao. nah, just kidding <3 i like to think my strengths lie in dialogue/banter, and in random descriptors that pop into my head against my will (a lifetime i-dotter and t-crosser; the tiny pink umbrella wilting as it's pulled closer to the abyss; what kind of monster interrupts a presentation, even one as damning as this? come to mind as some examples of this). thanks for asking this!!

18. What trope have you not written yet, but want to? suuuch a good question! i definitely want to put my spin on the classic 'who did this to you?' someday👀

29. Which fic would you most like to have fan art done for? sometimes i daydream about commissioning a full-on animatic for One for the Road once it's complete, which would probably cost an insane amount of money... but I do think about it hahah. that, or something hella cool for Thief in the Night!... also once it's complete lol xD

also - absolutely no worries re: oftr!! i do notice when/if people don't comment, but definitely not in any sort of negative way - more like 'aww i hope they're well, i miss them'. i know people are hella busy and sometimes interest can wane for stories or even for entire fandoms, and i don't take it personally <3 but regardless, i'm very happy to hear you are still enjoying!! thank you for taking the time to send this ask, and for letting me know <3

[circusgoth-dotcom]

Sticky Fingers

Ship: The Joker x Hannibal Flood, Bruce Wayne x Hannibal Flood

Word Count: 1215

Summary: During a celebration of things gone well for the criminal couple, Hannibal discovers a double-crosser and has a conversation with the local vigilante. CWs for alcohol mentions, violence, gun usage, implied plans of experimentation on humans.

Tag List: @knightfallships @canongf @futurewife @rexscanonwife

It had been a successful night for Gotham’s high-ranking criminal couple, executing another step in a grander plan, another plan to attempt to take over Gotham once and for all. Sure, it might go just like all the other plans, but if it got the attention of Batman and it was fun, who really cared? The Joker, Hannibal, and their goons were all celebrating with a big party back at the hideout, boozing and setting off party favours. Hannibal would’ve loved to indulge in the festivities all night, and he would’ve if he hadn’t caught one of the new henchmen sneaking away.

“I’m sorry, Mr. J, but you’ll have to excuse me…” Hannibal spoke as he watched him from a distance, finishing his current glass of champagne.

“Oh?? Retiring so early in the evening, my love? Have you got a headache?? Because I know an excellent cure…” Joker purred, a loose arm slung around his husband’s waist as he brought his lips to their neck.

“Not retiring, no.” He placed a hand on his partner’s chest, keeping his attention. “I just have something I need to check up on, alright?”

“Well, at least be quick about it. Schmoozing with these fools without you on my arm can be so tedious…” He kissed their temple and let them go, allowing them to weave through the crowd and out of the derelict ballroom/conference room of Joker’s elaborate hideout. Luckily, the goon was not far off, and Hannibal silently trailed him from behind… all the way up a set of stairs and to a door, behind which he knew Joker was keeping information regarding his current plans. Suspicion rose in Hannibal as he watched the goon pick the lock and let himself in, pausing just long enough to give him a false sense of security before entering the room himself.

“It’s rude to search a man’s personal records without permission, you know,” Hannibal announced as he closed the door and flicked on the lights. The henchman jumped, whipping around with a bag in one hand and a folder in the other. Hannibal clucked his tongue disapprovingly. “Ah, and the boss would appreciate such sticky fingers, if they weren’t currently being used against him.”

The goon opened his mouth to defend himself, but before a single sound could escape his body, Hannibal had drawn his gun and fired twice, hitting the man’s chest and shoulder. They casually placed the gun back in the waistband of their pants and approached his slumped-over body, hunkering down to examine what exactly he had managed to pocket before he was interrupted.

“Too bad I missed your heart by about two inches, but I’m sure it can be arranged to speed up the dying process soon. You just get cosy there on the floor, seething over your wounds, while I clean up this mess.”

“And Joker’s always said you were a good shot…” The goon spat. Hannibal raised an eyebrow.

“You really think I did what I did without purpose? You truly are as dumb as you look right now. It’s up to J to decide what he wants done with you…” They cracked a grin. “I’m just the lapdog. So why’d you try and steal from us, anyway?”

He opened his mouth again but Hannibal cut him off. “Uh-tut-tut-tut, rhetorical question, I don’t actually care.” They hummed as they put things back in their initial places, taking note of what exactly was being taken. All of the files they had gathered on people important to their plans.

“Thought you might get some personal gain from these?” They shook one of the folders in the goon’s face, then straightened up, listening closely. “Now what the Hell could that be…?”

Before he could finish his thought, someone had crashed through the nearby window and sent him toppling to the floor. Luckily, the familiar form had shielded him from the brunt of the flying glass.

“Ah, Batsy, how nice of you to drop in. Odd of you to waltz straight into the lion’s den, though, don’t you think?”

Batman didn’t quip back, as per usual, instead climbing off of Hannibal and turning to the goon. He briefly bent down to retrieve something off of the man, pocketing it in his utility belt before turning to Hannibal and finally speaking. “You know I never do anything without thinking it through first, Hannibal.”

He scoffed as he rose from the floor, brushing himself off. “As if.”

“Besides, the lion doesn’t need to know.”

Hannibal placed a hand on the doorknob, placing a hand on his chin. “Why shouldn’t I tell him we have an unexpected guest? The party’s only just begun, after all.”

“Because I’m sure he wouldn’t exactly be happy that I’ve had a wire on him since the beginning of your latest scheme.”

Hannibal considered this and decided he didn’t want to spoil the mood, stepping away from the door. “Fine, I’ll bite. What do you want?”

“To leave a message, and a path, for you. Not only will your plan fail, but it has a high potential to backfire on you completely. Just because their minds are aligned with his now doesn’t mean they’re going to stay that way when you start experimenting on them.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m sure Joker doesn’t see it, being who he is, but think about it. You haven’t seen the side effects. A mind-controlling, madness-inducing cocktail given to already unstable people doesn’t exactly equal peace and total obedience, as far as you know currently.”

There was a pause between them, the goon softly groaning and still bleeding in the background. He shoved his hands in his pockets.

“So what? You want me to sabotage the plans?”

“Knowing this could end with you both torn limb-from-limb by a horde of your own creation? I think you should at least consider how you’re going to get away with this.”

Hannibal smiled, then. “Ah, but that’s the thing, isn’t it? I know you won’t let us. I know the caped crusader is always going to save us from our own fuck-ups because you can’t leave things like this alone.”

Another pause. In this silence, Hannibal could see truth in the eyes behind the cowl.

“What if someday, I can’t?”

Hannibal sighed heavily, approaching his friend, lover, and nemesis, cradling his face in their hands. “Batsy, Batsy, Batsy… that’s a conversation for when you take the mask off.” They answered softly, centimetres away from kissing him. But the vigilante didn’t close the gap. He merely guided Hannibal’s hands away and turned to the broken window.

“Mine or yours?”

“Pardon?”

He looked down at the goon.

“Ah. Yes, take him if you want him.”

Batman nodded and heaved the man into his arms, giving Hannibal a final glance before exiting the way he came in. Hannibal didn’t stop to watch him go, simply finishing with reorganizing the room and returning to the party.

“I told you to be quick!” Joker spoke exasperatedly as they came back to his side.

“I’m sorry, J.” They kissed his lips. “It’s a big place.” They kissed him again. “Had to kill a rat.”

“Mmh, I see,” Joker hummed, stroking the back of their head as he growled against their lips. “More champagne?~”

“Only if you’re buying.~”

[journeyneverends]

September 1, 2024

Velika Kladuska to Zagreb

Dear Little Mosey:

I was involved in a border skirmish.

It was early when I left the small hotel in the Bosnian town of Velika Kladusa. I’d slept good and cleaned and oiled my chain the night before.

I had a good days riding ahead and wanted to see if I could make Zagreb about 70 miles away. I still wasn’t in the best shape yet. Besides having 20 extra pounds of body weight I have about 30 pounds of gear on my bike. There were a fair number of hills.

I made my way to the border about five miles north to cross back into Croatia.

There was a very long line of cars. I bypassed most and was waved ahead. A customs man inspected and stamped my passport. As I road into Croatia three dogs, that were sleepy pet types that hung out with the guards, starting giving chase. The guards and the border crossers looked on with great excitement but nobody could do anything.

But the faster I went the more interested they became in biting me. I started going faster and lost all but a knee high black one. He seemed to be winning the chase and bite contest.

In order to escape I took it to the next level. That’s when he decided to dart in front of me. My front wheel went over him and we both went down.

I got up to see if the dog was ok and saw him about half way back to the border crossing going like a rocket. I wasn’t mad at him as he had just been doing his part in keeping the border safe.

All the guards and border crossers had gotten a very exciting show. I’m sure the dogs enjoyed it except for the black one.

Luckily I was ok with the exception of a skinned elbow and ankle and slightly tweaked handlebars.

I’m not sure why these dogs didn’t like bike riders. Maybe it was a special dog contest.

I don’t want to give Croatian border dogs a bad name because all the others I had passed were very friendly just like the people. Besides now i was warmed up for the day.

I went through beautiful forest and the air was cooler.

Even though much of this area had been ruined by war people still like to be reminded of war machines. I’m not sure why this is.

I don’t seem to be any different.

I’ll try to send pictures of things I’ve seen in the big city soon.

Love you little buddy.

PS

I road through towns with interesting names today here are some of them

Mala Kladuska, Topusko, Pokupsko, Kavarsko, and my favorite Most Pokupsko.