#ok sorry had to rant bye

[suzakus-canon-wife]

God Twitter is such a genuine ceasepool of ignorance and beyond braindead takes like wtf is wrong with people genuinely so many people are so fucking heartless and gross

[blaithnne]

The first Heron design I showed off was from before Confidential Casefiles, so I thought I’d show you guys her look after she gets her new arm. Plus a few changes I made to her character for this AU! Just realised the way I placed my signature makes it look like I’M her worst enemy, whoops.

Meet the Cast!

╰┈➤ Canon ☄. *. ⋆

→ Scrooge McDuff → Matilda McDuff → Hortense McDuff → Qalhata Duiker → Goldie O'Gilt → Jack Duckworth → Bentina Beakley → LÙ Huifen (pre-caseflies) → Ludwig Von Druska → Bradford Butcher

╰┈➤ OCs ☄. *. ⋆

→ Lucrais NicRiada

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[wintertundra-art]

guys would you hate me if I posted the arts separately and then all together with the original thing I had planned????

[cherry-bomb-ships]

IM SORRY. RANT INCOMING BUT

THAT'S THE QUOTE FROM RANGO WHEN RATTLESNAKE JAKE IS ACTIVELY KILLING BEANS AND IN CONTEXT IT'S NOT ROMANTIC IN THE SLIGHTEST.

AND THIS IS TAGGED SHIP????? 💀😂💀😂💀😂💀😂💀😂

[brucewaynehater101]

I have a vent fic wip that I may or may not finish so I just need to tell someone that I am...feeling so many things all the time about the consequences of the 16th birthday but...

primarily, right now, at this moment. without Robin/Bruce, Tim thought he would lose Dick and everyone else he knew through Robin. and then a little bit later when he quit for Jack, he got radio silence for Months until he became a potential victim, and even then it was just Cass stopping in to give the message and be like "I'll watch you to keep you safe 👁️👁️ ok bye" and he had actual Proof that without Robin, he would lose everyone.

and then. Dick "you're my equal (even tho I'm drastically changing your life without your knowledge or permission), you're my closest ally (even tho you don't even have a name to go out in the field to assist me as backup), I need you (even tho, as mentioned, I made a huge decision without your input because I didn't need it because I know best actually)" Grayson.

skipping over the fact that Dick didn't even have the time to say "you're fired" or anything resembling that, when Tim lost "Robin" to Damian, he felt like he lost everything else too. it didn't matter what Dick said about "equals" or "allies" or "needing". he already had Concrete Proof that it was all false. cheap words that are easily disproven do nothing in this situation, Dichard!

(disclaimer: I love and respect Dick Grayson, I just also think Dick Stopped Existing as soon as he made Damian his Robin for the most pathetic stupid illogical risky-ass excuse he could ever give for making anyone Robin (or a vigilante in general). "because he'll kill someone again". who the fuck says that?? who thinks "oh no oh god oh fuck this kid is gonna go off the rails he's gonna kill someone, I need to Put Him In A Place Of Power Over Oblivious Innocent Untrained People Who Are Expecting A Kind And Empathetic Hero To Save Them" hUH???? ok sorry, I just wanted to rant about what Tim "losing Robin" meant)

I agree with ya. Dick Grayson is fantastic, but it seems weird that he nuked his entire relationship with Tim (a very strong one that other fans have referred to them as "The Brothers") for the new kid.

Yes, Damian is a ten year old traumatized kid who just lost the dad he didn't really have the chance to get to know. Yes, Damian needed guidance, boundaries, and compassion.

But DC spent so much time and effort building up Tim and Dick's rapport only to obliterate it once the "blood son" came in (I also love Damian. This is not hate on the kid. This is confused commentary on DC's choices). It's just a strange idea, but that's also why it hurts so much when Dick does that to Tim.

Then you tie in Tim losing Robin by Dick to Tim's experiences before? Fuck. You are so right for that.

As far as the RR run, Dick could've handled Tim believing Bruce a bit better. I don't necessarily blame him for that one. I get why he wasn't supportive in the way Tim wanted, even though I would've chosen differently for my siblings.

Dick taking Robin, though? That was fucked up. I, honest to the gods, do not see how that was a justified course of action. I can understand his perspective, but it's still not okay. At all.

There's your very adequate analysis:

Robin, for Tim, is his tie to his loved ones. He has proof (twice) that without it, he does not have access to the people he cares about and his support system.

Dick said a lot of pretty words about "equals," but his actions were precisely contradictory to his "intentions."

Tim has had Robin taken from him before or had to give it up. He chose to go back despite this. He obviously feels strongly about being Robin

Damian has not proven, at this point, to be trustworthy as a vigilante (someone in power without oversight). He has instead shown use of excessive force

This isn't even going into the way he found out. That's just an extra layer.

The way Tim has repeated lost and regained Robin (even after RR) as well as his title as Red ROBIN are, to me, a sign that he's still trying to hold on. It's my belief that he would have moved onto a new title, like his predecessors, if it hadn't constantly been an unsure role.

His start was rocky as hell due to Bruce not initially wanting it. Tim had to prove himself and put himself into the costume.

He "quit" twice before it was taken from him in a traumatic way (nothing like being instilled with the fear that the position you've held for four years can suddenly be yanked out from under you without warning)

Damian and Jason both vehemently protested to him being Robin

It would make sense if all of these factors combined to Tim's unwillingness or inability to just let Robin go, especially when we factor in his reason to be Robin. Since Bruce never really gets "better" and continually falls back into bad habits, Tim needs to maintain his task of pulling Bruce back from the edge. We could also throw Jean Paul into this to further how Tim is forced to play as the barrier between a grown adult and their desire to harm others in the name of good.

So, Tim's time as Robin is marked by consistent instability while contrasted with his inherent position as Bruce's leash and the batfam fixer. While the other Robins did have times of doubt, the predecessors of Tim did not have the pervasive role insecurity with regards to Robin.

They had their big moment at the end and some smaller moments in-between, but not quite on the continous scale of Tim. Tim had three big moments and was still sucked back into Robin when Damian quit.

To be Robin is to earn Bruce's love and the ability to be part of the Wayne family. To lose Robin is the risk of losing that (at least to the perspectives of the Robins if not 100% the reality).

I'm not sure I'm articulating this accurately. Regardless, no wonder Tim clutches the title of Robin with bleeding hands no matter how much it cuts him and costs him.

[tan1shere]

Hi! So if you’re comfortable with it i’d love to request Professor!Billie x reader. I love how in “Her Favorite” Billie asks if Reader is okay and if she needs anything. So what if Reader is quiet and shy but is sh-ing maybe Billie sees scars on her arm? Idk just super fluffy and angsty. Again please only write it if you’re comfortable with the request. Have a great day and thank you for your amazing writing 💕

My priority

A/n: yes ofc !! Thank you for checking angel, I'm more than ok with writing this :) I hope you enjoy <3

Warnings - mentions of self harm, cuts ??, and depression, so please don't read if it's triggering in any way ! || Masterlist

Another draining day at this hell hole of a college. You dreaded it each day you just wanted to stay in bed and hide from everyone. You go to your first class of the day, wearing oversized everything as you couldn't care less you just wanted to be comfortable. You take a seat at the back, out of everyone's way. When you accidentally bump into someone. "Sorry." You say timidly. "Watch where you're going." They say bluntly. You sigh hoping this day doesn't drag on too much.

Nearing the end of this class, you couldn't be more happier. Although you loved your professor. She was the kindest person, and honestly made it a lot less horrible. Everyone has already left, like always you are the last to leave. "Bye Ms O'Connell." You give her a gentle smile. She does the same. "Bye sweetheart, have a good day." You blush slightly, she always made you so nervous. Did you have a slight crush on her?

Fast forward a few weeks and you were having the worst day known to man. You had woken up late, burned your tongue. Every little thing seemed to happen, badly. Setting your whole mood off. You had even forgotten your jacket, feeling cold. Bringing your arms around your body ever so slightly everywhere you went. You weren't always such a joyful person, you had severe depression. It always lingered inside you maybe that's why people never wanted to be near you, were you scary to them?

It was that same class again, and you honestly couldn't of been more thankful, knowing she'd cheer you up just by her presence. You go to sit down in your usual spot, writing down something when you feel a presence by you. Ms O'Connell, she was looking at you with the softest smile. But her eyes moved from your face and it faded. Your brows furrow wondering why she was looking at you in such a way. Had you spilt something on yourself- but as she walks to the front and you look. You facepalm.

You idiot, how could you forget your jacket for that reason. She most definitely saw them, and now you truly wanted to hide. Instead of being last you try to be the first one out. "Y/n, hun?" You hear her say making you stop. Her voice was so delicate. Your head turns to look at her. Humming in response. "Could we talk?" You slowly nod. Approaching her slowly, you look into her eyes. "I'm here for you." Is all she says. Your eyes avert from hers, watching as the other students leave. "And you can always-" She begins but you turn back to face her with tears in your eyes.

It truly breaks her heart. She doesn't say a word just brings you into a hug which you tightly reciprocate. Crying softly into the hug. "It's ok, you can talk to me." She soothes your hair, gently kissing the top of it. She knew you needed as much comfort right now. "I feel so alone." You sobbed, honestly quite pathetically but you couldn't care less you just needed this hug desperately. You needed warmth of someone.

"Shhh, it's ok. You're never alone. And if it helps you have me, I promise." Maybe it was childhood trauma but you felt comfort in her, even if she was your professor. She moves you with her going into her tiny office in the room. "We can sit here for awhile, you can rant. Cry more. Or just stay silent whatever you prefer. Just know I'm here for you." You hug her so tightly after she says that.

You finally felt seen.

Im so sorry if this isn't the best :( my brain was lacking more creativity but I hope this is what you were after even a little bit :)!

[le-fruit-de-la-passion]

Your comment and tags on my little blurb made my whole week I adore you so much thank you!! As a fellow disabled girly he just means a lot to me and I’m so glad the community is loving on this. Also your fics are scrumptious ok bye💖💖

Asfdfff OMG I just saw your ask hi 💕💕💕!! I was literally SO happy when I saw your post, because I legit didn't know if a lot of other people felt the way I did. A good chunk of what happened with season 2 really stung ("you shouldn't have tried to cure your deadly degenerative decease Viktor, it made you who you were as a person"🤡), especially because of just how much I've looked up to Viktor in my personal health journey.

Like, if Viktor, sexiest and smartest man on goddamn planet earth, could still study and dedicate himself to his passion, even at his worst... I could do it. If he could keep going, not knowing whether or not he would make it a couple more weeks or a couple more months, with his perfect head held high, I could do it. And, really importantly, if he could still be so insanely sexy with a disability and visible signs of illness... then so could I!

THAT'S why representation matters so much. We need characters like Viktor, who are affected by their disability and illness in a realistic way, but without it taking away from their ability to be attractive, charming, seductive, and, everyone repeat after me, SEXUALLY ACTIVE 📢📢📢 !!!

There are literally SO few disabled/chronically ill characters who are presented as sexual beings in media because it makes a very vocal crowd """uncomfortable""" and its much less easily marketable. That's why only a single of his LoL skins features his leg brace, despite there being no reason for it to be absent from AUs like High Noon or Death Sworn. That's why he's suddenly fit, muscular and able bodied. Oh and his back brace ? Just fully gone. The one skin that's supposed to be linked directly to Arcane even erases all the scars we've canonically seen on his skin.

WHO EVEN IS THIS??????

THIS is Viktor's body. It has scars, medical braces, pedical screws, a bony frame and visible signs of illness. If you don't like that, get off my blog and never look at me or my fucking husband ever again.

The truth is just that for a video game company like Riot, sex sells, but visible disability and signs of chronic illness don't. So...✨️poof✨️, Viktor now has a conventionally attractive body and a six pack so we can be sure the majority of people will be attracted to him! I actually CANNOT believe there isn't a single person at the company who sees the hypocrisy of that, after they tried to sell the whole "your imperfections made you you" ending. I'm just... mad, dissapointed, and tired of all of that.

So, I've made the executive decision to throw all that shit in the garbage, because fuck you, Viktor is disabled, and chronically-ill, and he FUCKS. I literally do not care. You SEEN the way this man walks around in Act 1 ?? The passion in his eyes, the smirk on his lips, the sensuality of his hands??? Only a man who's sucked dick and eaten pussy around the Academy would have that kind of swag, bro has comfortably been around.

A N Y W A Y I'm sorry about the long rant I had to let that all out,,,

TLDR Viktor belongs to the disabled/chronically ill community and his cock is huge.

((Also omg thank you so much for reading my work💞💞💞!!!))

[saylorsuniverse]

RED-HANDED --- nika muhl

summary: you and nika muhl are neighbors who constantly get on each other’s nerves, from loud music to indoor basketball games due to your paper thin walls. but, when you’re stuck in an elevator with her, the undeniable tension between the two of you finally breaks.

warnings: kind of public makeout sesh (sluts)

author's note: ty to @nikamewing for posting this request because i honestly had sm fun writing it. title came from shaggy's "it wasn't me" which has nothinggg to do with the story but fuck it's so catchy. Errrrrr, yeah, sorry it’s rushed because i have class in 4 hours and i am also multitasking an assignment right now. Ok bye.

word count: 3.4k

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You don’t know when or how it started, but somewhere along the way, your neighbor had become your personal nemesis—and you were certain the feeling was mutual.

The first time you properly met Nika was the night you knocked on her door, doing your best to stay civil as you asked if she could please keep the noise down. Between the blaring music and the shrill bursts of laughter, you were convinced you’d go deaf before midnight.

She opened the door with a smirk, like she’d been waiting for this moment—like she’d rehearsed it. Her hair was in a perfectly disheveled messy bun, and her silk pajamas looked far too luxurious for someone causing such chaos. She leaned casually against the doorframe, one brow arched like she was already bored of you.

“Hi, I’m sorry to bother you,” you began, forcing your tone into something that resembled polite, “but I was wondering if you could keep it down a bit?”

You tried to peek past her into the apartment. A group of tall girls stared back at you, mid-laugh, drinks in hand.

“I’m trying to study for my chemical analysis exam,” you continued, “but between the music, the laughter, and—whatever game it is you’re playing—I’d really appreciate a little peace and quiet.”

“Oh? Was it too loud for you?” she asked, her voice dripping with mock concern. “Sorry, I just thought a little sound of life might be refreshing for you.”

You blinked. Was that a dig? It sure felt like one.

You repeated your request, this time with a tight-lipped smile that said, don’t push me. She promised to turn it down—but, of course, she didn’t. Needless to say, you didn’t do so well on your exam the next morning, and you blamed it on your wonderful next-door neighbor.

It didn’t take long for the petty games to start.

You left a passive-aggressive sticky note on her door after she let her garbage bag sit in the hallway for two days. The next day, you found it stuck to your door—with your spelling corrected in red Sharpie and a little note telling you to work on your handwriting.

Nika started playing Europop at exactly 6:57 a.m. every Saturday—just loud enough to jolt you awake but not loud enough to file a noise complaint. You retaliated by vacuuming your floor and firing up the blender for a smoothie at midnight.

It took less than five minutes.

There was a furious knock, and when you opened the door, there stood Nika—hair a mess, hoodie half-zipped, and fury in her eyes. She launched into a full-blown rant, switching between English and what you assumed was Croatian, hands flailing dramatically as she accused you of ruining her “very essential beauty rest.”

“You think this is normal behavior?” she snapped, gesturing wildly toward your blender still humming behind you. “It’s midnight! People sleep at midnight!”

You crossed your arms, utterly unfazed. “Oh? I thought the sound of life might be refreshing for you.”

That earned you a glare sharp enough to slice glass. And maybe—just maybe—a twitch of a smile.

“Sleep tight, and don’t let the bedbugs bite,” you called after her, just before she slammed her door shut.

Exactly one week later, you came home to find your doormat missing. Relocated, actually. It was now sitting in front of Nika’s door, flipped upside down like it had always belonged there.

You stopped in your tracks, staring at it like it might explode. It wasn’t even a nice mat—just something you grabbed on sale at Target. But seeing it in front of her door, like it had been claimed in some silent, smug victory, made your jaw tighten.

You took a slow breath, telling yourself not to overreact. It’s just a mat. Just a petty, passive-aggressive power move by a woman who clearly had too much time and not enough hobbies. Still, your fingers itched to knock on her door and ask if she wanted to borrow your toothbrush too.

Or maybe just set the whole hallway on fire. You hadn’t decided yet.

You stared at the mat for another beat, then marched over and knocked on her door—sharp, deliberate, not even pretending to be polite. Nika answered after a few seconds, like she’d been waiting for you. She was in leggings and an oversized tee, hair damp from a shower, face bare and smug.

“Oh,” she said, blinking innocently. “Did you lose something again?”

You gave her a deadpan look. “Cute move. What was it this time—boredom? A dare?”

She leaned on the doorframe, arms crossed, eyes dancing. “It was crooked. I thought I’d rescue it from your tragic design choices.”

“Uh-huh.” You tilted your head. “Well, if you’re in the mood to rearrange other people’s things, I can always return the favor. Want me to start with your trash bin or your Spotify playlist?”

Her smirk faltered—just for a second.

You stepped forward, grabbed the mat without breaking eye contact, and flipped it back the right way before tucking it under your arm.

“Touch my stuff again,” you said quietly, “and I’ll start charging rent.”

She just grinned, but you saw the shift—something sharper, more curious behind the smug exterior.

“Noted,” she said.

You turned and walked back to your door, letting it shut with the kind of calm finality that said game on.

Nika managed to tick you off in ways you thought were unimaginable.

It was the little things—the sharp-edged comments, the calculated annoyances, the way she never took things too far but always just far enough to make your blood boil. The way she’d always show up at the most inconvenient times—whether it was blasting her Europop at seven in the morning or parking in your spot with a wink and a, “Oops, sorry!”

Her casual smirk had started to mean something now. Something personal. And it was wearing thin.

It wasn’t that you wanted to hate her. Really, you didn’t. But when every exchange with her felt like a battle for the smallest shred of peace, it was hard to ignore the irritation building inside you.

So, you thought about it. Long and hard. You considered your options. You could ignore it all and pretend like you didn’t care, but you were already annoyed just thinking about it. The more you thought about it, the more you realized that you did care. And maybe—just maybe—it was time to push back.

You weren’t plotting anything insidious. No, that would be too much effort. But you could be clever, crafty... and leave your mark.

That night, you put your plan into motion. You weren’t going to overdo it. Nothing outrageous. Just a little thing that would nudge her ego.

You’d found the perfect doormat online. Bright, pastel-colored, with glittery letters spelling out “Live, Laugh, Love”—the most obnoxious, basic thing you could find. You knew it would make her lose it.

You waited for the perfect opportunity. Late Friday night, after you knew she’d be out for drinks, you grabbed the mat and swapped it out with hers. Then, you added a little touch of your own: A small handwritten note on her door: “Thanks for the style inspo! Thought I’d return the favor <3”

You added a heart just to seal the deal, feeling a small sense of glee as you stuck it to her front door. Then, you went back inside, made a cup of tea, and waited.

The hours ticked by. Around 1:03 a.m., you heard the unmistakable sound of high heels clacking against the floor, followed by a frustrated exhale.

You peeked out your peephole just in time to catch Nika’s reaction.

She stood in front of her door for a few seconds, staring at the mat with wide eyes. Then, you heard it—a strangled laugh and a string of curses in Croatian.

You didn’t even need to see her face to know what that meant. You felt a small victory bubbling up inside you. You relished in your win because, suddenly, the loud music stopped. There was no obnoxious laughter echoing through the walls, no more welcome mats being relocated. The silence was almost too sweet. Then, everything started up again like it never stopped in the first place.

There was the time she stole your package.

Well, not stole, but she signed for it when it was clearly addressed to you, then took her sweet time “forgetting” to give it back. You had to knock on her door three times before she finally handed over the box with a smile like she’d just done you a favor.

“Oh,” she said innocently. “I was wondering who ordered the self-care face masks and vibrator combo. Thought maybe you were finally taking some initiative.”

You didn’t even blink. “Oh, don’t flatter yourself. If I was desperate, I’d come knock on your door.”

The smile dropped from her face for half a second. Half a second. But you saw it.

And then, one Thursday night, everything changed.

You’d spent an hour getting ready for a date—something fancy, someone new. You would never consider yourself a narcissist, but you had to admit it: you looked too good just for one measly date that if it didn’t land you anywhere, you would start a riot. After grabbing your keys and putting on one last swipe of lipstick, you stepped out and made your way to the elevator – only to find Nika standing there as well. 

Of course.

She was in gym shorts and a hoodie, earbuds slung around her neck, a smug half-smile playing on her lips as she took one look at you and said, “Big plans?”

You didn’t even dignify her with a response. You just turned to face the door, praying it would hurry up and get to the ground floor before she started talking again.

But the universe, as always, had other plans.

With a lurch and a groan, the elevator shuddered to a stop. You both froze. The lights flickered. Then silence.

“…You’ve got to be kidding me,” you muttered, pressing the emergency button. Nothing.

Beside you, Nika snorted. “Guess the universe decided this date of yours isn’t worth it.”

You turned to her, ready to snap—but stopped short when you saw the look on her face. It wasn’t smug. Not really. It was something else. Something unreadable.

Maybe it was the closeness. The fact that the elevator was just a little too small, and she was just a little too close. Or maybe it was the months of tension finally bubbling over.

Either way, your breath caught.

And for once, she didn’t say anything clever. She just stared at you.

You stared back.You both stood there, the air thick with the kind of silence that felt like it was charged with electricity. Nika’s gaze lingered on you, just a little too intense, a little too long. You could feel the heat of her proximity—her breath, faint and warm against the air. It made your pulse spike, your thoughts scattering like leaves in a windstorm.

The elevator creaked again, jolting both of you slightly. You shook your head, trying to shake off the weird tension that had settled between you two.

“So,” you said, finally breaking the silence. “What now?”

Nika leaned back against the wall, crossing her arms casually as if the situation didn’t faze her in the slightest. “Guess we wait. Maybe talk about all the things you never wanted to say.”

You couldn’t help but scoff. “What would we even talk about? Your playlist? Your collection of obnoxious doormats?”

She smirked, clearly amused. “You know, for someone who ‘doesn’t care,’ you sure seem to care a lot.”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes. “Whatever. Not like it matters now. We’re stuck here. Again, thanks for that.”

Nika raised an eyebrow, leaning a little closer. “Oh, please. Don’t blame me for your bad timing. I was just minding my business, and here we are, both of us trapped in this tiny box.”

The proximity was getting uncomfortable. You could practically feel the heat radiating off her. The space was small enough that every movement of hers felt exaggerated, every shift of her weight more pronounced.

“I don’t need your sympathy, Nika,” you muttered, trying to focus on anything other than the fact that you could smell her—vanilla and citrus, a combination so distinctly her.

“I’m not offering it,” she shot back, but there was something in her tone that suggested she was a little more invested in this situation than she let on. “Just stating the obvious.”

You took a deep breath, leaning against the wall and folding your arms, trying to regain some composure. The elevator wasn’t moving, and there was no sign of help. You could feel the minutes stretch out, each one heavier than the last.

“Don’t suppose you have any ideas on how to get this thing moving, do you?” you asked, trying to steer the conversation away from the awkwardness that had started to settle in your chest.

“Not really. I’m more of a ‘deal with the chaos as it comes’ kind of person.” Nika's lips curled into a knowing smile. “But you? You like to have a plan. Always trying to control the situation. Like with our little friendly neighborly feud.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, but barely. “That’s a bit of a stretch, don’t you think?”

Nika shrugged, unfazed. “Maybe. But it’s kind of obvious. You spend all your time trying to fix things, trying to make everything neat and predictable. Like when you knocked on my door about the noise or tried to control the entire hallway with your passive-aggressive notes. It’s cute, really.”

Your heart skipped, but you forced yourself to stay calm, to not let her bait you into another back-and-forth. “I’m just asking for some peace and quiet. Not sure why that’s such a problem for you.”

Her eyes sparkled with that infuriating mixture of amusement and challenge. “It’s not a problem. I just don’t get why you’re so obsessed with controlling everything around you. Maybe you should let go, for once. Just let things... unfold.”

You inhaled deeply, trying to push down the frustration rising inside you. “I don’t need to let go,” you replied coolly. “I know what I’m doing. I’ve always known.”

Nika tilted her head, studying you in that way she did, like she was trying to peel back all the layers of your carefully constructed exterior. “I don’t know. Seems like you’re trying to manage everything except what’s really going on. You’re not fooling me, you know.”

Your chest tightened. “What’s that supposed to mean?” You didn’t mean to sound defensive, but the words left your mouth before you could stop them.

Nika leaned in a little closer, her voice lower now, like she was telling you a secret only the two of you shared. “I’m not blind, you know. You can’t hide it from me. There’s something going on here. Between us. And you’re pretending like it’s just some... rivalry, some game. But I don’t think it is.” Her gaze locked onto yours, intensity flickering in her eyes.

Your breath hitched, caught in the rawness of her words, and suddenly, the air between you felt different. The space that had always been filled with annoyance, competition, and petty little jabs seemed... thinner now. More fragile. For the first time, you didn’t have a sharp retort. No witty comebacks or perfectly timed insults.

Instead, all you could do was stare at her, heart pounding, trying to make sense of the knot forming in your stomach. You didn’t want to admit it, but Nika had a point. And it terrified you more than anything.

The silence stretched between the two of you, coated in thick tension and something unspoken. The air felt heavier, the distance between you and her was too small, too charged, too energized. Your eyes flicker from hers then to her lips, just for a quick second, before you quickly looked away. 

You weren’t sure what had gotten into you – it definitely wasn’t liquid courage from the one measly little shot you pregamed as you were getting ready – but you suddenly closed the space between her in one swift motion, your lips crashing onto hers.

Nika wasn’t surprised or startled. Instead of pushing you away and yelling at you in that stupid language of hers that you always found so oddly attractive – as much as you hate to admit that to yourself –, she pulled you closer to her body. Arms wrapping around you, she lifted you up and you instinctively wrapped your legs around her waist. Your back collides with the cool metal of the elevator wall as Nika moves from your lips to your neck, placing heated kisses to your pulse point as your hands desperately pull her closer to you.

Nika murmurs something inaudible to you against your skin, her warm breath sending a shiver down your spine. Mouth moving from your neck down to your collarbone, she stops where your cleavage was and glances up at you. Despite the elevator being filled with dim light, you could make out the little smirk on her face and her dark eyes filled with burning desire – for you.

You liked to pride yourself on your decorum, to keep things cordial and professional. But with the way Nika was looking at you and the slightly growing slick building in your core, you could care less if anyone walked in on you both right now with Nika holding you in this position. 

Your lips pressed onto hers again, but with more desperation this time. Your hands brought her face closer to yours as you slipped your tongue into her mouth. The taste of your mint flavor gum earned you a small groan from the brunette, her hand ghosting over the skin of your breasts. 

Suddenly, the elevator jerked. The lights flickered on, and the door nearly exposed the two of you in a heated mess to the entire lobby floor. The tension between you thickened, a crackling current in the air. For a split second, it felt like time held its breath, just waiting to see if either of you would make the first move.

You both stood frozen, not quite touching, but closer than you'd ever been. Your pulse quickened, and you could feel the heat radiating off her skin, her presence all-encompassing in the cramped space. Her eyes flickered down to your lips, a glance that sent a shiver through you.

Nika's breath hitched just slightly, her eyes darting to the door, and then back to you, a mischievous smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “You know,” she murmured, her voice low and teasing, “maybe the universe is telling me to stop messing with you... or maybe it’s telling me to mess with you more.”

The space between you seemed to shrink, and for a moment, it felt like you were both teetering on the edge of something much more than the usual back-and-forth. Then, with that wicked glint in her eyes, she leaned in a little closer, her voice turning more suggestive.

“Bet you wanna go on that date, huh?” she asked, her words dripping with a challenge, a dare that hung in the air, heavy and tantalizing.

You felt a rush of heat surge through you, but instead of the usual retort, a wave of clarity washed over you. The push and pull of your rivalry had gone on long enough. This was different.

Without thinking, you reached for the button to close the doors, your finger pressing it firmly. The doors slid shut with a soft hiss, sealing the two of you inside. You turned toward her, feeling the weight of her gaze on you.

Instead of responding to her comment with more teasing or biting words, you simply met her eyes, your voice steady but carrying that hint of something more.

“Your place or mine?” you asked, the words slipping out almost casually—but the weight of them, the heat in the air, told a very different story.

Nika's smirk faltered for a moment, her eyes narrowing with intrigue, like she was testing the waters to see if this was a bluff.

She took a small step closer, almost daring you with that same spark in her eyes, and whispered, “We’ll see who can keep up.”

[thewiz9062]

OK so

@smilingcrittersthingig 's Reborn AU has completely mentally beat my ass for the past 5 hours (compliment) so I'm just gonna. Rant.

THIS DESTROYED ME.

if I was an easy crier I actually wouldn't be typing this cause I'd be inconsolably bawling in my room

I can't even say that they're wrong for hating him, I mean he killed them and I'm not excusing him but GODDAMN I FEEL SO BAD FOR HIM AS WELL.

Like ppl joke abt how catnap is so devoted to the prototype but compared to simple "belief" He was PHYSICAL and actually tried to help him escape the hellhole that was playtime co.

(If you're not aware it's either theory or fact (i can't remember) that Theodore [Catnaps soul] had attempted an escape attempt via the help of the prototype and they got DAMN close but Theodore was fatally injured and instead of leaving him there to die the prototype had to go back and let them turn him into catnap.)

The prototype was so adamant on keeping him alive that they went back to their CAPTORS just so he wouldn't die. SHIT, I WOULDVE STARTED WORSHIPPING TOO!!! Even if he didn't make it out they didn't abandon him, so he had full belief that one day, under THEIR order, him and the rest of the critters would leave that place.

So imagine the heartbreaking moment when he realized that his fellow captors, his friends, both in form and mind, don't share the same sentiment, maybe even calling him crazy and violent.

And he just? doesn't know why??? Maybe he can admit the prototypes methods were a bit too confronting but it's not like they didn't TRY the non confrontal method. He thought they'd agree, they'd follow him but it wasn't the case.

So, well, he listened to the prototype. And that included killing his friends, yes, and it's stated (in the au) that he does regret it and I'm crying again great (positive)

And now they're all there, everyone that has either indirectly or directly been killed by him are there and they want him dead now too. AND HES PROBABLY STILL CONFUSED ON WHY THEY EVEN WENT AGAINST HIM AND WANTS TO KNOW. BUT ITS NOT LIKE HE CAN JUST GO ASK THEN THEYD ATTACK HIM PHYSICALLY OR VERBALLY ON SIGHT SO NOW HES S C A R E D OF THEM.

AND YOU CANT BLAME ANYONE BUT PLAYTIME.CO BECAUSE THEYRE ALL VICTIMS HERE. I CANT.

Oh and this.

I THOUGHT IT COULDNT GET ANY SADDER THEN YOU SHOT ME WITH THE DOOMED YAOI. HELL ITS NOT EVEN DOOMED ITS POST-DOOM. E V I L . THE FACT THAT DOGDAY PURELY HATES HIS GUTS AND WANTS HIM GONE AND DEAD THE MOST OUT OF ALL OF THEM IS GONNA KILL ME.

And then to add the final stab through my heart (compliment) I went to scourge for the enemies chart and-

HE HATES HIM SO MUCH! AND CATNAPS THE ONLY ONE OUT OF THE TWO WHO WANTS TO RECONCILE EVEN IF ITS JUST A LITTLE BIT AND WOULD MISS HIM QUITE A BIT WHILE DOGDAY JUST WANTS HIM G O N E . I CANT ANYMORE (I so can I love this)

You so did this to make people depressed for a week, it's working. And I love you for it.

Anyways we love angst in this household please keep it up I'm eating this au up for another 2 weeks buh bye

Edit: I'm so sorry for editing this so much the thoughts won't go away

[heartannie]

RANT ABOUT MY TEACHER

OK GUYS.. I might have a tiny crush on my history teacher, let’s call him money. so the other day, I had a club and he’s the teacher/the organizer of that club. I was drawing him and other history teachers, money would occasionally make dad jokes because that’s just who he is. my friends were with me and he would make mean jokes against her. but… he wouldn’t make those kinda jokes w me. and if he did, he would say sorry and laugh it off right after. I think it’s bc I have an angel and soft reputation with the teachers. I’m seen as the soft hearted and amazing student. when it was time for me to leave, he took a picture of my drawing and was saying how he’s gonna show the other teachers. ngl the drawing was absolute poop. but he did so anyways. as I was saying my goodbye, I’m formal obvi and said “bye Mr. Money” he said, “bye sweetie. I’m sorry for making those jokes, I didn’t mean them at all.”

I think I’ve gone mad guys..

[chronicallyonline101]

OKOK SO LIKEEE I WAS THINKING ABT DK AGAIN AND FINALLY HAD AN IDEA OF WHAT MC FIT WOULD LOOK LIKE !! (I know it’s bad I’m not in my artistic era atm 💔💔) BUT I ONLY GOT THE OUTFIT DOWN ON WHAT SHE LOOKED LIKE WHEN SHE WAS HOMELESS AND LIVED ON THE BEACH WITH MELONE 🙏 for some reason I could picture that but couldn’t picture what she would look like in La squadra.. 🤦‍♀️ BUT ANYWAYSSS I DIDNT DRAW THE HAIR BECAUSE IM STILL STUCK ON IT 😭😭 I really want something bizarre !! I wanna make her hair something related to her stand and so it will def b a hairstyle including hearts ! Just not sure how 😢

SO THATS WHAT I THINK HER OUTFIT WOULD LOOK LIKE WHEN SHE WAS ON THE BEACH W MELONE !! and while I was trying to figure out her fit when she joins la squadra I was like “she would definitely have jewellery” but then I remembered wait no, she’s broke. THEN I CAME TO THE IDEA, NO! THE BOYS FROM LA SQUDRA SPOIL HER !! but they’re dirt poor too..idk I’m thinking into it to much that shouldn’t matter it’s just an outfit..BUT I REALLY LOVE JOLYNES SHOES AND I REALLY REALLY FEEL LIKE MC WOULD WEAR SHOES LIKE THAT..obviously in her purple shade or something else that compliments and matches melones outfit 😼 The spikes would def be able to do some damage if she were to ever kick anyone 🤷‍♀️ but if not, I’d picture MC wearing thigh high boots with a cute design in purple on it 😸

(Also since we get to pick a name for MC and naming her after a food like the rest of the group I picked tiramisu..😅😅 CUZ SHE SWEET LIKE THAT)

Ok bye sorry for the random rant 😓

HIII DONT APOLOGISE I LOVE RANDOM RANTS PLS I ALWAYS LOVE READING THEM !!!

i absolutely LOVE her outfit ITS SO PRETTY AND SUMMERY AND I COULD DEFFO SEE HER WEARING SMTH LIKE THAT !! AND A HAIRSTYLE WITH HEARTS SOUNDS SO SUPER DUPER CUTE incorporating her stand into her outfit like that is GENIUS

AS FOR THE JEWELLRY... I THINK SHE WOULD HAVE SOME TOO!! maybe certain members would steer clear of it, but i dont think they'd be opposed to stealing things they like - SO, maybe they DO spoil her with jewellery 🤭 IDK MAYBE BUT ANYWAYS I too loved Jolyne's shoes in those artworks and ESP CUZ ITALY IS REALLY HOT IN THE SUMMER i think those shoes are PERFECT for her !! Impractical, yes, but whenever I draw her i put her in go-go boots ANNNDDD Melone literally wears a full latex bodysuit I don't think ANYONE on that team thinks of practicality when they dress up for the day

also omg i used to eat Tiramisu ALL the time when i was younger it was lit my fav dessert ever SO I LOVE THE NAME YOU'VE PICKED its SO sweet and it deffo fits her !! :D

[readingwiththestars]

₊˚⊹♡ RECKLESS

["it's a good thing you're not here, because i still havent found my courage."]

| ✮ 4.5 stars |

THOUGHTS ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . [spoilers ahead]

okayyy let me just start off with WHAT THE EVER LOVING FUCK WAS THAT ENDING LAUREN???? i'm not okay because of it. like nuh uh get lost. u had no right to do that (im saying this as if it didnt get spoiled for me and i didnt gaslight myself the entire book read that it wasn't going to happen)

i would like to straight up say this seemed like a filler book. just a set up for the next one, it didn't really have all too much plot-wise aside from pae and kai's romance. it was less on the fantasy side and more on the romance but i still enjoyed it a lot. and obviously since it was a filler book there was less character development (for some- im looking at you paedyn)

kai and pae were really cute in this book honestly (and as it mostly focuses on the romance ofc they were) the banter and everything was so wonderful to read i was giggling and kicking my feet wayyy to much. the romance was romancing but also not romancing at the same time (im not even gonna try to explain that just use vibes)

i do feel as though lauren's writing has definitely improved from powerless. she has this whimsical magical style of writing that i love it really takes me into the world of the book (mostly). other times the long sentences were too much in moments. like lauren. we did not need to know the colour of the bricks in the market at this certain moment in time when you'd already explained the colour two pages ago-

CHARACTERS ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

paedyn - ok i love her. i really do she's such a good fmc BUT for me in this book she was boring-ish. and hella indecisive like girly pop if i had kai talking to me like that i'd be folding so damn fast- but yeah it felt like she didn't have too much character development aside from finding out her dad was actually her dad. also i idk who the fuck she was trying to fool with her 'i hate you' to kai, like be fucking for real bitch no you dont.

kai - ok bye i could write a whole rant on why i love this man. like im sat. this book felt more like kai's book (as powerless felt like pae's) imo we got more on his backstory and i think his character (and povs) were more interesting for me to focus on. also his flirting and little one liners had me giggling and shit my sister actually woke up to me grinning like an idiot under torch light-

kitt - bye idek why i made this section for him. this is going to entirely be hate fr. OKAY WE GET IT DUDE UR A GHOST WHATEVER. OH MY GOSH U MISS UR DAD BUT IN THE NEXT POV U DONT LIKE BITCH CHOOSE A SIDE IDC ABT UR WHINY ASS. ALSO U CLEARLY HAVE AN OBSESSION WITH PAEDYN LIKE FUCKING HELL DUDE SHE IS UR 'MUSE' OR WHATEVER GET OVER YOURSELF. EUGH AND THEN PROPOSING TO HER?? YEAH SURE BUDDY "YOUR FEELINGS FOR HER DIED" MHM YUP OKAY TOTALLYYY *clears throat awkwardly* can you tell i hate him?

QUOTES ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . [its like all kai... im not even sorry about it either]

"you are my proof of paradise." - kai

"call us even. call me crazy. i don't care. just... just call me yours." - kai

"under different curcumstances i promise you im much more fun tied up." - kai (WHEN I TELL YOU I SCREECHED AND STARED AT THE PAGE. MALAKAI AZER-)

"just pae and kai." - kai

"she was supposed to be my forever. now i'll watch her become someone else's. because the beast doesn't get the beauty." - kai

jahsdgj i can't wait for the next book hehe

[missisjoker]

https://www.tumblr.com/missisjoker/763879888985931776/i-have-this-fantasy-we-creganwives-all-love-to?source=share

Can we talk about this?!

In my mind he wouldn't even realize he needs this from his partner, and at first he'd be surprised or even confused when they'd try to take over and focus on him only.

But when he would finally let go and allow his partner to take control and give him what he needs, he would fall deep and hard.

Sorry for the rambling, I'm way too excited about this idea! Bye.

Yes!! Just think about it- he lost his mom when he was a baby, and his dad had another kid to take care of owning other things. So naturally, he didn’t get much love/affection/ being the center of attention from a woman, even if his dad was a loving one. Then both bro and dad died, and he was left completely alone. I doubt his uncle showered him with affection either. Then he married, and tbh we don’t know if it was out of love or out of duty (remember- he just fought a usurper and needed to secure his line, so it might as well have been a marriage of convenience). And then he lost her to the birthing bed. And I bet he wasn’t frolicking around brothels looking for release - it’s just not his thing.

Like, my man couldn’t catch a break since he was a toddler!

That’s why I crave a story where his new partner focuses solely on him, and pleasures him, and takes time to explore what he likes and what drives him mad.

And, tbh, I prefer him to be paired with a more experienced partner in this. Blushing virgin wife is cute, but won’t do the job like an older and more experienced woman would.

imagine a story where he crosses paths with a woman from house Rylen. (Pirate/equality/badass house on the isles between aerie and the north). She is a bit older (25?27?) and was before married to an old essosi merchant - when her husband died, she had to survive, and ended up working as a keeper of the keys in a Lys brothel. She didn’t sleep with anyone, not her job- but she sure learned from the girls. But never tried on anyone because didn’t want to. Until she met Cregan, that is.

But, sex aside, I also want his partner to care for him in daily life. Like, making sure he ate, making sure he puts on warmer clothes, forcing him to stay in bed if he runs a fever, making sure the kitchen doesn’t put peas into the stew cause he doesn’t like them, etc. and him just slowly realizing that he is genuinely cared for and loved, and just melting and healing inside.

Ok, long ass rant over.

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

hello :) So have about we do a fanfic we’re reader is Knoxvilles daughter (she’s like 14-15 whatever) and she does stunts but not like the ones the guys do. So one stunt reader does a crazy stunt and gets very mildly hurt but papa Knoxville is not very happy and very worried???

sorry if this long asf 😭😭 ok bye bye love ya 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

Knoxville’s Girl

When Johnny’s daughter does her first stunt (behind her father’s back, mind you) he isn’t very happy with his buddies who helped her out.

(Fluff)

1.1k Words

Warnings: Injuries, mention of underage drinking

An: Thank you so much for the request!! Sorry for the long wait in writing this but as a side note you always give me really interesting requests so thank you XD I decided to add in the fact Y/N skates in this fic because when I was 15 I was really adamant about learning. I never did, but I acquired quite a host of bruises as a result! I still have my old board lying around somewhere, I think…Anyways, thank you for the request and please keep them comming!!

Despite what most of America would think, your dad was one of the most responsible men you knew- at least, when it came to you. A lot of this negative press could be attributed to his whole line of work as a stunt man and generally rowdiness with his best friends who he was so close to that you often referred to them as your uncles. As far back as you could remember, you begged him to let you do stunts- it didn’t even have to be all that crazy, you told him. Hell, you would settle for antiquing one of the guys, but nooo. He would always give you the same reasoning, that he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if anything happened to his little girl. Sure, it was sweet, but it’s not like you were eight years old anymore- you were fifteen, and you could handle a few bruises, what with how you were learning to skateboard (and getting pretty damn good at it if you do say so yourself).

While you were forbidden from any stunts, you were allowed to hang out on set with the other guys in between takes. You spent most of your time sitting around with Bam, shooting the shit and talking about skateboarding for hours until he had to go run off and hurt himself more. One time, when Johnny wasn’t around, he even snuck you a beer from one of the coolers, which you tried really hard to make it look like you didn’t think it was gross. That's all to say that your dad didn’t think he was the best influence on you. You and Bam were pretty close, which is why it was him who you ranted to about all of your problems, “Ughh…my dad never lets me have any fun!” Rolling your eyes, you sat back in your seat as you crossed your arms, “I mean, I’m in high school now! All I wanna do is one stunt- just one!” Bam nodded, listening to you. After a silence, he took a drag off his cigarette and spoke, “I mean, I’m sure we could figure something out…” Your head shot up with these wide, excited eyes and you were practically squealing in disbelief, “Wait, really? Like- really really?!” Grinning at your eagerness, Bam shrugged, “Why not? Hell, I’ll get Steve-O in on it too- I’m sure he could come up with somethin’ that won’t get you old man’s panties in’a bunch.”

The idea came from, of all places, a Willie E. Coyote cartoon- you know, the whole ‘painting a tunnel on a wall and getting someone to run into it’ thing? It was Steve’s idea to put you on a skateboard. “C’mon, all you gotta do is drop in! You can’t fuck it up that bad, Y/N.” He was right, you thought. You’d dropped in a couple of times before at the skatepark and never once did you get hurt, which wouldn’t be a possibility this time around because Bam had the genius idea to put a helmet on you to eliminate any element of risk so there was no way Johnny would ‘get all pissy’ with them and also because it’s not a good idea to get your boss’s daughter concussed.

Poised at the top of the coping, you stared down in dislebeif at the drywall in front of you with the crudely painted tunnel on it that Bam was next to. On the other side was Steve who stood ready with the camera, angling it up as he waved at you. “Alright, little lady! We’re rollin’!” Okay, this was happening. It’s happening. Taking a deep breath, you nodded and, not wanting to look like a total pussy, swallowed any traces of tension you had before squeezing your eyes shut and shifting your weight forward. See, the thing is when you’re on a moving object, it’s kind of a good idea to keep your eyes open so you can, you know, see things. This thought didn’t cross your mind as you hurtled down the vert ramp before crashing into the wall- the wall that was supposed to shatter and leave you completely unscathed. The only problem was that it didn’t. Drywall entirely intact, you bounced off of it, landing on your back with this horrible, burning hot pain in your wrist.

You walked away with a sprained wrist, a black eye, and a couple cuts and bruises. Not too bad for your first real stunt, you thought, and it was funny as hell too, as you discovered when Steve was showing you the footage in the ER waiting room to make you feel better. If only Johnny could see the same humor in it as you did. You would’ve thought they were wheeling you back in a full body cast when they got you back to set later that day. Your dad’s eyes got wide and his jaw nearly hit the ground as he gasped, taking in the sight with a voice dripping in concern, “Jesus Christ…” Hurriedly pulling you into his chest, you were about to say some comment about how you were fine and it was totally worth it cause you had a great time, when he looked up at Steve and Bam like he wanted to bite their heads off, “What the hell did you do to her?” Neither had ever seen Johnny this angry and were both starting to regret being a part of this when Bam piped up, “I mean, I dunno what you’re so mad about, man- she wore a helmet.”

Funny enough, that did end up convincing Johnny to let you in on a couple of their milder Jackass stunts only to make sure you could do this sort of thing in a safer, more controlled environment under his watch. Chasing the guys around with cattle prods, rigging the giant hand to hit them as they walked through the halls of the Dickhouse offices- you even got to help Bam out with doing Rockys on the cast and crew (even though he really thought he was a bad influence now). The only other time you saw your dad that worked up was when Bam came up to him on set in between takes sounding pretty nervous himself. “Hey, Knoxville-“ He jabbed a thumb behind him, “You know I’m usually pretty cool about this kinda stuff, but I don’t really think Y/N should be doin’ stunts like that with wild animals…” Suddenly panicking, Johnny flew out of his seat, running over to the bushes where he heard your snickering, only to find you sitting across with Chris who had his hand in the Black Mamba sock puppet, wiggling it around like a snake and hissing. Falling back laughing, all Johnny could do was shake his head, unable to keep a smile from creeping onto his lips.

[annoyed-lesbian-rants]

There is a thing I want to talk about and it's newgen bayo fans

I don't care personally if people came to the game late or from tiktok edits or because people were mentioning the genshin character that looks like Bayo, but I noticed many people getting pissed at Jeanne and Bayo ship, or, beside this post infinite comments calling them "best friends!" like if it wasn't a part of the fandom FOR YEARS and probably beated Luka x Bayo on numbers

Now, in Bayonetta 3 personally it's ok and fun to see a more sweet Bayo, and yes I hated her being with Luka but they kinda made it work? I started liking it tho I still can't get over my hate for the daughter. Beside all this bs, it looks like many people only picked up 3 and see Bayo as that version, when it's the most different one, my problem is that these fans completely go over the very implied relationship Jeanne and Bayo had in the second game, and act like Bayo isn't clearly queer, even if we cut out her relationships, she vouges & her alternative design (at least in the first games) do recall queer culture.

"then why didn't they make them canon🥺" because you will never see canon lesbians in an east asian videogame unless it's the main topic or side characters made to be purely sexualized, because Bayo 1 & 2 came out in 2009 & 2015, gamermate just started in 2014, it hasn't even reached Asia YET, queer relationships in most east Asian media will be only implied in video games, in part because it's still a lot taboo in part because the male audience might lose their heads and boycott the company, and a good example of that is Honkai Impact, Sakura and Kellen are canon LOVERS in the manga, they kiss, if I'm not wrong in the animated series too, in the game it had to be cutted because it was against chinese laws, even tho China and Japan are different countries it does not mean that the people have different opinions on queer people (and I'm not saying the west is paradise since I've never seen more lesbian erasure than ever).

This all to say that Jeanne and Bayo makes very much sense, that a witch that fights angels in a game that is a parody of Christianity being a bisexual character makes completely sense, and if you don't think that I'm sorry but bayo 3 isn't the only bayo that exists. So don't come at Jeanne x Bayo fans when we were literally clenching teeths for years waiting for it to become canon

Nothing I just wanted to rant bye

[madamesmoke]

ok i'm sorry but i NEED to spread my bottom Slade agenda..... he needs to be taken down a peg ;) imagine him fighting not to beg.....the proud warrior finally submitting (bc in the toxic masculinity he's been taught being the bottom means you are dominated....not a man....)......... woof

ok bye sorry for the rant 🙈

I'm all for bottom Slade. Less because of the inversion of toxic masculinity, more because he's such a big guy.

Seeing as he married his superior officer, I don't think the man has any problems submitting if he trusts the person. Problem is finding someone he can trust.

Adeline probably owns a strap-on.

I mean, she trained him.

He also had a thing with Talia, who isn't meek or submissive by any means.

Pat Trayce, ex-cop, ex-vigilante, ex-gf, also takes absolutely no shit.

Lillian Worth had a spine of steel.

Slade has a thing for people who 6 will put him on his ass. One way or another.